A Final Sin

Striking chimes throughout the night,
traversing the depths of surrounding walls
In the silence they echo on darkened shades;
lingering moments pass with ticking of the clock

Unseen in still, hide demons in wait;
their icy clutch bringing shudders of chill
eyes seeing fear that only you know;
whispers abound inside a trembling mind

Images sway in the umbra of shadowed space;
voices speak without an utterance of sound
Nowhere to hide from the terrors borne,
death’s grisly touch lies in stealth beside

If tears were screams, the night would be filled;
wailing would follow each footstep heard
Prayers go unanswered, lost to foolish faith;
a false savior fails you, thrusting thorns in your eyes

Given in arms is that which was sought;
a seeking found the whore you embrace
Evil smiles upon the souls who’ve fallen;
loathsome children swept to depths of hell

Haughty laughter from forbearers of sin,
assigns a fate to the realm of condemned
Blind your sight in the throes of a gouge,
pay heed to no whispers of damning fate

In presence of gods, below Heaven’s place,
falsity succumbs to the maker’s choice
Woeful days find them residing in night;
ongoing forever with ticking of the clock

© C.E.Vance