God of Gods - a Tenebrae Poem

"And all the heroes of godlike ilk

fall 'neath the depths of watered earth,

crestfallen below sky and sea,

knocked down by fire and wind and light;

kingly though they may be,

but one crown claims eternity;

graveyards shake; church doors crash;

the gates below bulge and rust;

and then kings doomed to dust

cheered for heart and tongue thus stilled--

but what did they know of godly things;

their wisdom knew naught but heroes,

say nothing of more ancient ways,

older lore long lost,

things spoken, long forgot

with none to comprehend--

Those ghastly ones of divine right

pierced his very heart

and the rib from his side;

happy were they;

terror struck all around;

Sky lost her light,

Sea her luster;

and Underearth proud was put to shame;

There they were, wine and roast,

concealing pent-up fear,

for the wine sloshed from the glass;

tables quaked and feasting turned to plague --

too late, too late, they saw what they had done,

looked desperate on him whom they pierced,

tore, destroyed--

they wept;

he screamed out,

sea and sky and underneath

shuddered at the onslaught

while above, unknowing why,

they shivered, and they cried.