The master lay on his deathbed as he spoke to his servant,

“I dreamed I saw men in robes speaking to their defendant,

Who loved a woman dearly–she was promised to another–

And in anger and in sorrow, chose the life of a highway robber.”

 

“There, he met multitudes who kept his broken soul,

Taught him what was right and wrong til he forgot his noble laws.

It was then he discovered truth that glowed out from the west

That we’re born of sin, lead a life of sin, and forgiveness shall have the rest.”

 

The servant reached his hand to brush aside his masters tears

But the master moved his head as he looked upon his fears.

“I died long ago inside this forgotten dream,

And I led a life without a death to pursue a lifeless stream.

 

“And then I reached a land where many had come to rest

Some had reached salvation and others had reached their depths.

All the while, I looked and searched for my seat beside the door

But everywhere I looked, it read, ‘Your soul is still in court.’”

 

“So I ran out past a garden overgrown with concrete and steel

Just to see how far I’d go before I was chained by my heels.

But no one ever came to see that I was locked away

And the only reason my soul was free was it wasn’t wanted anyway.”

 

The master turned to look beyond his frozen window pane.

Watching for some sign from the only woman who knew his name

Far outside the distance, the sun was fading fast

And the master went with it, too, in hopes of a better past.