Poets across the Forums are being inspired by our Crux artists.
This, 'Karen' by Skating Jesus, is a favourite of mine.....
The Setting Sun
The setting sun’s last rays caressed her face,
A gentle touch to end a day of hell.
At dawn they brought her to this awful place
A cross she bore, beneath its weight she fell.
Dragged to her feet, they’d stripped her to the nude;
Naked she stood before the scoffing crowd.
They stretched her out and nailed her to the wood
Raised her and watched her as she hung and howled.
All day those nails had fixed her to her cross
All day she’d fought the agony to live
The pain of tortured muscles, cramped, in knots
Her blood had flowed, she’d no more life to give….
So she beheld that final golden beam
And gave one cry, one final deathly scream.
This, 'Karen' by Skating Jesus, is a favourite of mine.....
The Setting Sun
The setting sun’s last rays caressed her face,
A gentle touch to end a day of hell.
At dawn they brought her to this awful place
A cross she bore, beneath its weight she fell.
Dragged to her feet, they’d stripped her to the nude;
Naked she stood before the scoffing crowd.
They stretched her out and nailed her to the wood
Raised her and watched her as she hung and howled.
All day those nails had fixed her to her cross
All day she’d fought the agony to live
The pain of tortured muscles, cramped, in knots
Her blood had flowed, she’d no more life to give….
So she beheld that final golden beam
And gave one cry, one final deathly scream.
