My Sestina

His sins have been marked by God

and his penance will be served in time

while his travels are recorded in the good book

that holds all his misdeeds from a heart that is cold.

Across the void of space

he cannot escape, he is lost.

It will find his trail cold

for he travels far and wide spanning a great space.

But the Spirit of Vengeance from God

has all the time

he needs. His destiny foretold and read in the Book

of those who are saved and lost.

He killed, cut, maimed and murdered. His conscience lost

and gone for the rest of time.

His victims cried and prayed to God

from the dungeons of his horrible space.

Their terror made his blood run cold

and he kept the details in his book.

Thankful to no one, he blamed them all the time

he kept smiling, little by little his soul lost

to become darkness without hope. So cold

his hatred and his pain so deep only God

could see and find in all that space

the good little boy who loved to read His Book.

Once he was small and closed off in a smaller space

and without his mother’s warm embrace he was cold.

A sickness came and befell him for a time

leaving him alone and tired. He looked for His Book

for comfort, but found it lost.

It was then he started to turn from god.

He sought and found one day a different book.

One that showed his eyes fearful things in the space

of the pages. The things depicted weren’t from God

and weren’t meant to escape from Hell’s vaults. The time

had come though for the evil one to embrace life. The cold

confines of his body drained of love, his innocence lost.

He erupted from time and space, enveloped in cold

hatred and sin lost from the pages of the Book of God.