“A sword shall pierce” the old man croaked,
in bitter prophecy.
The screams of innocents were heard
as they began to flee.
The child was lost and found again
pronouncing a decree,
a little way from where he met
his ma’ in agony.
Forsook but not forgot he died
as she fell on her knees,
the lance by which the Blood was shed
she could not help but see.
The Body spiced and wrapped in stone,
she found it hard to breathe.