He stood before me,
the ragged king
with heaven in his eyes,
and I knew he
saw right
through me.
And even as I
sealed his earthy fate
he looked on me
with knowing pity…
(even love),
and I wept inside
as I washed my hands
of his
blood.
What is truth?
I asked him,
and yet deep down
I knew that truth
stood before me…
I could have set
him free,
and yet I could not,
this was no trial…
for I (despite appearances)
was not the
one who held the power,
his life was his
to give,
not mine to take...
He saw right through me,
and loved me,
even though
I washed my hands
of his blood,
I did not seal his fate…
