The Reward Poem by James Casey

The Reward

Death is bitter red as bloody wine
All that is left is the absence of time
The agony of fatality and false Immortality
An ear shattering cry of the souls finality

Of a banshees final lament., it hardens the gentle stroke
Then of midnights hand that steals the last moment
With an innocence slumber flashing lights of mortality
The end of a tunnel, which then opens to a purgatory

It's where stagnated souls wander in grave indifference
To the woeful moans and mournful cries for temperance
Deaths svelte finger, points to the inevitable dissolution
Life's theater has led a path now begging for absolution

A heavy gavel brought down on the cold point of the condemns life
The jury contemplates it's final decision then strikes with a knife
The thrust of this knife strikes fear in all men at fate is decided
Those who curse the word of God are quickly, painfully united

Through cracked windows where dawns light slithers these trials roll
Where the dice of chance, in life, will sometimes take their toll
This jury contemplates its final decision, then deals it's fate
If cherubs sing a second path illuminates and there an angel waits

To take the forenamed transgressor to a new place of sanctuary,
Where upon the acquitted will be welcomed by the whole of the abbey
Bathed in cleansing waters and rubbed with the finest fragrant oils
Clothed in the softest linens, with angels singing, presented to his God

Jim 2010