Prayer of the Damned

Sacrament of the Last Supper by Salvador Dalí, National Gallery of Art in Washington DC

Let me meet the devil you know 
on a frosty street corner 
under an amber glow; 
I will tell him about 
all the seeds that I've sown 
and he will harvest my soul all alone..

Let me tell you about 
the fears I have met 
born of the memories I've lived to forget; 
they still circle me slowly, 
a shark and its prey, 
my mind starts to race, 
my heart dreams to pray..

Let's trade stories of villains 
we've battled in war, 
victories and submissions-- 
always fighting for more. 
The bright days of the future, 
a glimmering hope 
that kept us pushing upward, 
Sisyphus and his slope.

Let us toast to the glory 
of the time we've been given, 
toast to legacy immortal 
when bodies stop giving. 
Hold our glasses high 
for all earthly wonders, 
and ask forgiveness 
for our mortal blunders.

Let us beg that illusion 
to us will be kind, 
that when the curtain falls 
it will not shatter the mind 
to experience what is beyond 
this worldly guise-- 
a heavenly sanctuary, 
a hellish demise.

Toast and drink up, 
brothers and sisters 
the damned, 
and when you are done, 
I shall offer my hand 
to face the darkness 
side by side 
and illuminate eternity 
with our humble light.