Creature

Oh miserable creature, o creature of doom,

Why do you sit and loom in your dark old tomb?

Riddles swiftly cross your double-crossed mind,

While deep down and behind, you are well-inclined

To remain in room, and with death’s plume,

Your life away signed, and soul to it bind.

Oh miserable creature, o creature, you fool,

Is your spirit so cruel to self-subject rule?

Sorrows still wander your still wandering soul,

But this painful death toll is worth your high goal,

The cross is your tool, your prize renewal

Of life become whole, and no dice to roll.

Oh miserable creature, o creature in me,

Tend to my desperate plea that begs you agree.

Leave me not silence in my silent vice,

Pain of no sacrifice but death to die twice.

I beseech you, see, your death must be,

For it is the price that was paid by Christ.

-Austin Ward

11/22/05