( A lone voice whispers)
Are you good in spirit
Kind and filled with compassion
Or do you want to join the horde
And beg for an epiphany from our lord
For I've seen
The newly indentured
Stand
Crying
Like forever
In this endless rain
On this unhallowed sand
In this no man's land
When they realise their holy dreams have died
In pain
In reflective wet
Puddles
Seen hearts once made out of stone
Torn out of cold sides
And laid
By the wayside
As lost souls
Daily
Struggled
As the Watchers
Beyond the Great Shadows
In their hundreds
Smiled and chuckled
At the newly condemned
As they suffered
Seen Antediluvian Kings
Of once great renown
Fall and kneel
And curse the black sky
Using every known verb to implore how they feel
Watched cities
Of the wailing
In their numbered caves
Plead for forgiveness
Like the 72
Imprisoned by King Solomon's seal
All this I've seen
And so much more
But amongst these mists
A new seat
In one of our caves
Always awaits
Its number for the
Newbie
On that door
Is always eight
Covered in a million old etched in names
It could carry your name
Like mine
Into oblivion
But if you still feel the compulsion
To do what's right
To walk the good walk
Who knows
We The Mytakiia
The followers of the slow path to salvation
Might never see you
On any given night
In these grey land
Of wailing and pain
To stand like
Those lost
Like us
Before the centuries of pleading our case
The wailing multitude
We call the Profane
Who stand still crying into the endless rain
Asking for forgiveness
From a higher power
Of no name
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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