Looking down at my ramshackle feet my ragged vehicle.

They climb the stairs one by one wrapped in struck iron..Ten links and a biting clasp caresses my ankles as
I rise step by step to stand judgement.

Alone I stand in judgement.

Looking out at the sea of faces looking up and taking stock...cold calculations and nothing more.

Rolling ships in  cold abandon defiance of a watery descent..
       In the bowel the true belly of the beast....Traversed. Taken to stand in judgement far away to empty shores. Hope ? Abandoned.

          I stand alone in judgement..sorrows abound and heavy is the head that wears the crown..The king of sorrows with no tomorrows must stand alone in judgement.