As I passed the garden scented
I saw eleven people crying
the other two
looked like they were smiling

One glowed with the radiance of light beheld
the other looked like death does in hell
and looking deep within his eyes
I could see he would succumb and be despised

This passing of Gesemani
the passing of an Angel lord
gods lamb of holy trinity
who would be denied by man

Yet fear not children few of Eden
for the blood of Christ treasured is by a few
the ones now without wings
the kind few that are left for you


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris