Lamentation

The glorious madness
Amidst all the sadness
Good tidings forsaken
And the darkness prevails
Lost in devils details
Or was I mistaken
Faintest glowing beacon
Enough for the deacon
His work is sanctified
Savior saved discreetly
The wine finished sweetly
No one was gratified

poem by Paul H Nelson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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