firstborn son cruelly beaten
pierced, hung on rough cross
dark blood trickles down wood
utterly forsaken by God
cries out in deep agony
firstborn son cruelly beaten
releases his final breath
pagan soldiers insure death
pierced, hung on rough cross
bruised body claimed, wrapped
gently laid in bare, stony tomb
dark blood trickles down wood
Requiem written in cascade form…linking with Amaya’s prompt at dVerse.
a poem in my pocket 
Apr 04, 2019 @ 15:06:05
Fortunately this story isn’t a cascade–it doesn’t end with the dark blood on wood. Thanks, Lynn.
Apr 05, 2019 @ 22:10:26
He lives!
Apr 03, 2019 @ 19:52:23
Just in time for Lent’s reflections and prayers.
Apr 04, 2019 @ 09:06:35
That’s what inspired this…thanks for reading, Grace.
Apr 03, 2019 @ 19:23:23
The human capacity for cruelty is staggering. Powerful write Lynn…
Apr 04, 2019 @ 09:06:03
Thanks for reading, Rob…our hearts are darkened but there is a Light that shines.
Apr 03, 2019 @ 15:36:45
Nice description of the cascade as “dark blood trickles down wood”.
Apr 03, 2019 @ 17:31:51
Thanks for reading, Frank.
Apr 03, 2019 @ 14:10:29
Such a sad story, no many how many times I hear it 😦
Apr 03, 2019 @ 17:31:02
Heart-wrenching…and true.
Apr 03, 2019 @ 13:56:08
This is a poem that so well fits lent and the upcoming Easter…
Apr 03, 2019 @ 13:57:30
thanks, Bjorn