THE 19TH HOUR YET THE 1RST - Archives 1999

THE 19TH HOUR YET THE 1RST

AND HENCE APON THE 19TH HOUR,
A BEAST OF HEAVEN FOUND ME,
AND ERE A HAD DECIDED ONCE AGAIN,
TO PEER APON THAT ANCIENT PATH,
THAT ONCE ASSAILED ME.

FOR THE JOUENEY THEN,
WAS NOT, THE JOURNEY NOW.

AND CURSED AM I TO REMEMBER.
WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO REST.
IN AN ANGEL'S EMBRACE.

TO REMEMBER REST AT ALL.
IN THE ANGELS OLD EYES,
WAS LIGHT, REST AND PEACE,

SO VERY FAR FROM THE SHORES,
OF THE PRESENT DWELLING,
THAT I DARE NOW HOLD,

AGAINST THE TIDES OF DAWN.
AND ON THAT EVE, DARE I REMEMBER,
THE WORDS HE SPOKE? " I HAVE SHOWN
THESE THINGS UNTO THEE, THAT YOU
WOULD KNOW THAT I AN GOD, AND
YOU ARE MY LOVING SERVENT."

WOE THEN STRUCK,
IN THE DAYS AFTER,
A YOUNG SOUL, BOUND IN DRUDGERY,
AND HADES CONSUMING SPARKES,
SEARED AND BURNED MY WILL.
HAD I BEEN STRONG IN THAT DAY.

WHEN THE WELLS OF GOD RANDRY,
HAD I BEEN ABLE TO GAZE,
THROUGH THE EYES OF FATE.
WOULD I HAVE WAUNDERED
SO FAR FROM THE WHITE GATES.

I CANNOT TELL,
WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN.
SINCE IN THAT HOUR,
I NEGECTED THE SOFT VOICE,
I SPOKE WITH SINCE I BECAME.
TIS WAS THE PRINCE OF FORLORN EVIL.
THAT SENT ME ON THIS TRECK,

WHO STOLE ME FROM MY MOTHER,
AND PUT ME IN ANOTHER'S CARE.
SINCE THAT EVIL DAY,
WHEN THE WORM AND HIS LIES.
SUNK IN MY SOUL.
WHAN THE ROTTING OF MY HEART,
BECAME APPARENT,
THINGS HAVE NOT BEEN THE SAME.
MY FAITH IN LIFE RECEDED,

AND YOUTH FOR ME,
FROM THEN WAS LOST.

Unless otherwise noted Copyright(c)1999 by Jason G. Hill Publishing.
Published originally in 1998, on one of the original magazine websites this poem is about a guy who was taken from his family, into a cult, and struggles with his beliefs.