death-sentence

♪a rhymed, mirrored quad-octet♪

death drinks life with flagrant passion
plucking fair game from the nest
pleased to leave behind him
d e b a c l e s  of  woe.
i s   n o   p o t i o n
strong enough
f o r   h i s
fall?
§
stall
the wiz
call his bluff
f o r  t h e   notion
that this  w i c k e d  foe
has no  m e a n s  to bind him
is  a   t a l l   t a l e  at  i t s  b e s t.
death shall die without compassion,
for  a  love  that  knows  no  ration,
having  f a c e d  the  bitter test
with  the  cross  behind  Him,
wants the world to know
love’s   devotion,
duly  tough,
levies
all.
§
mal-
practice
cenotaphs,
grave commotion
in the earth  b e l o w:
One  alone  can  stop  him
by that which He has promised:
Resurrection—death's   Assassin.

© Copyright 2020 February 07
by Clyve A. Bowen♫