CAMELOT FANTASIES

Etched across his skin
Struck too many times to count
Scourged for being a healing gentle man
Who chose love over hate
Mixing with all races and creeds
Love was how he could relate
He couldn’t circumvent what was written
Scriptures foretold for thousands of years
Cat o nine tails cut into his skin
Evident to all past the blood could see bone
Past the sinew and the muscle
Anguished tortured and blood stained tone
Deliberate need to see him in pain
Blood splattered stains across the courtyard
Walking him through the streets with the cross
Parading him as per the romes boss
Requests to have him die a torturous death

He told them he would resurrect
Three days it took effect
The love elevated and survived
For he was back alive
True rebirth of spring

~Divine