The Reverend Poem by Richie Duprey

The wind rushing through his hair,
The darkness pricking at his every nerve,
The shadows at the corner of his eye,
It's waiting for him to die.

Rushing through the grotesquely quiet alleyway,
Nothing but wispers in the howling wind.
"Why would you lead me here? " he remarked,
"I have not sinned."

Shivers travel down his spine,
His hands begin to shake.
"Please, I'm a godly man! " he began to whine,
"His innocence was mine to take."

The phantom came forth
And whispered in his ear,
"Reverend, you must be judged."
This is what he most feared.

"Why God? Why now? " he cried out for mercy
And fell to the ground,
"Why curse me with something unworldly? "
The phantom morphed into a young boy,
Innocent - as he was found.

A shriek of terror flooded the alleyway,
The child stood still in the street.
The Reverend, his face like an ashtray,
His maker - he was ready to meet.