Symphony (when the axe fell)

When the axe fell

Your severed head was shed

And with the blood letting

Comes the ancestral ocean of pain

A deluge of suffering

Impossible to name

Bourne under the cover of silence

And if as the head is now freed

A terrible symphony plays

Its scales

Like fevered braille

Inside your heart

As you feel the tearing apart

That lay always

Hidden at the base of it

Do you have the courage to gaze

Upon the terrible scene that lays

In broken fragments all around you

As invisible griefs sound their

Sonar waves

Memories and visions

Play a waltz that leads

Deeper and deeper into a maze

Of tragedy

And as the axe comes down

And each severed head falls

Pegasus the winged horse

Flies free

Of the bloody mess

As you see the hidden countenance of God

That has the power to reconcile it all

Reflected deep within

These mirrored ocean pools

Of suffering