Hanged to the Top

'Hail, Hail, Hail '

Echoed the golden waters

dotted with icebergs of stone

shuttling streaks of light

the procession moved up the hill

as men marched in merry

and women sang in praise

He rose with carriage

One on each side, four in all

took him on their shoulders

the bugles were blown

and the drums were sounded

As he raised his hand,

It brought smiles with peace

and all the heads bowed 

and the floated in joy

And then Darkness grew

like a monster under the waters

it crawled like a sand slide

it raced up the hill

Fear followed gloom

and chaos sprouted in the crowd

He stood up and raised his hand

the crowd looked up with hope

Like a cloud of insects

the darkness crawled upto his feet

to everyone's awe

his one half turned to a shadow

He stalled the darkness

as it couldn't take him all

He looked straight into it

holding light in his pupil

'It came for him, but its taking us'

shouted someone from the crowd

Prick came the words, like an icicle

and he blinked

The dark power took over

and razed the golden deserts

to the eye's horizon

It screeched through with a shrill

'Give him away , we shall be saved'

the crowd cried aloud

He raised his hand,

but all in vain

the crowd climbed up the carriage

tied his hands to the back

and someone asked

'what do we do now'

A reply came

'take him to where he was,

that is where he shall be consumed,

so, hang him by the top'