Enter Now the King, All But Insane
Enter now the king, all but insane,
Accompanied by his daughter, who would be
Sacrificed to calm a raging sea,
The start of much bad blood, revenge, and pain.
Enter now the ram, who would retain
Remnants of that ancient agony,
Put in place of the child the father would free,
As God would not require a child again.
So enter now the lamb, a sacrifice
Self-sought to still that ancient desperation,
One that would turn the lust for blood to love.
Vengeance and desire turn hearts to ice
Even as the soul looks for salvation,
Restored by rites that would a god's heart move.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon