On the face of our kingdom’s night guard, the look was absolute surrender,
The day he wept at the foot of the cross
When he promised to surrender all to the saviour.
All but one he surrendered… he held on tightly to mistress Jezebel
We still saw them parading in their lust…at the gate of the kingdom
He was without guard and the enemy came. Suddenly.
He died pleading, moaning…he died a shameless death.
Our night guard and the priest’s son died on the same day
They were drinking from the same cistern, Jezebel’s cistern…stolen waters
The day our priest’s son saw her she winked
The second day they sinned
When he opened his eyes, he was gone.
No return, no mercy, and no repentance for him.
They heard but did not listen
The words of our king every evening…
“Remove your way far from her,
And do not go near the door of her house,
Lest you give your honor to others,
And your years to the cruel one;
Lest aliens be filled with your wealth,
And your labors go to the house of a foreigner;
And you mourn at last,
When your flesh and your body are consumed”