Angelic Crucifixion

The mournful church bells weep

Then slowly the wail ceases

Along with the broken gasps

Of the Fallen boy

Laying against the inanimate body

That belonged to the boy’s lover

The figure’s former smile

Now has vanished with the amorous energy

That once possessed the empty vessel

If the abandoned boy still listened closely,

He could hear his lover’s lyrical voice

Stringing together some semblance of hope

Suddenly the church bells awakened

From their restive place

And pierced the air with irrational alarm

Along with it, the gutturals of impassioned villagers

Echoed the feelings voiced by the bells

The villagers still needed to crucify one more

To preserve the illusion

The demeaned boy felt a soaring fear

Rise over his morose thoughts

He became awash with more fright

For the riled masses

Assembled Below the hilltop

Where he still grieved for his

Lover’s demise

They soon congregated along the hill’s bottom

Their faces were alike,

Cast in a malevolent light

From the fire of their torches

Altogether, the flames

Swung madly atop the torches and were

About to extinguish

Because the crowd had forgotten

The advantages of a candle flame

Preserved with love and care

A preacher roused the crowd’s anger

By feeding their primal energy

With abominable depictions of the gravest sinner,

The preacher spoke detachedly about the emasculated boy’s sadness

While, he bellowed triumphantly for the lover’s murder

In front of him, the blazes of the torches

Seemed to grow in height

Behind the opaque blanket of fire,

The faces of the villagers were brightened

At the prospect of rightfully killing

The sinful fiend,

Crying dispassionately for his incubus’s departure

Alarmed, the boy mewled

Chastening himself for the legions of death

Bursting with flames below

Seizing his lover’s bloodied form

He held the fractured form aloft

Then locked his lips

On the lifeless lips of the corpse

Predictably, the crowd applauded his actions

With projectile torches

Sharply colliding with the boy

Knocking him and the lover

Upon each other while the flames

Passionately entwined them and licked them

During which, the boy screamed painfully

As the flames finally shredded their skins

Finally, the crowd clapped, enthralled

With the spectacle of the torched twosome

Some of them gave a silent prayer of Thanksgiving

For the deaths of two unholy aberrations

While, the preacher himself, discomforted

Averted his sanctified eyes

Though he still gave one feigned cheer

Of joyfulness over this successful witch burning

Several people still hear the revelry  

Sounding from this long forgotten tragedy

Unnumbered among the mess of unrecognized sins

Amidst it, some sensitive ears

Still hear the lover’s hopeful lament,

The lovers’ exultant shouts

Then their distraught cries

And finally, their last, relieved breaths

Signaling their final release