last commandment standing’s turned to dust
you who shoulder sin perfect your gods,
I who strive to greet the end of time
likewise any moment meet the grave,
in my time of dying I shall sing
love songs to the dead and ever gone.
by nothing more than idle thought,
unaccompanied soul finds shelter in
soft embrace of chaos you deny.
I to turn and face this fate alone
find behind this door that opens here
murmured voice of love that’s due to all,
trespass I would never reprimand,
welcome to my heart this burning need.
If I had made
you wait outside that door,
Then who could
say with more than half a truth
shan’t have signalled my demise;
If Time ticked
through his circuit first then I
Allowed you entrance
into my domain,
remained this age we’d share.
When Time by
his dictation called to court
soul I bear,
The judge presiding
called the witness forth
And several silhouettes
approached the bench.
Each one a word
in truth and honour clad,
Their whole made
up the sentence to be passed.
With which triumvirate
I my freedom won
to this day in the rewards.