His Courtroom

 

Midway through our life’s journey, unchartered upon trembling waves,

I went astray from the straight road, all lined and gold,

And woke to find myself alone in a dark wood, now grey now old.

Never told what I was to see, a halo of angels at pearly white gates?

Nor was I to expect the wrath, fiery un-kept.

Instead locked in veiled dark, souls sleeplessly counting one’s sins,

Turning I listened, a twist of the fist, fate. Was it yes? Was it no?

Was I to be bid goodbye or hello?

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