Our Pilgrim's shov'd to fall into his cell,
and there he's lock'd again to pass the night
in contemplation of the days to come
and those already gone imprison'd here.
The passing days have been so arduous
for Pilgrim trapp'd inside his prison cell
as each of seven pass'd that make the week
brought with it some new horror on his flesh;
the first of seven tortures he was strapp'd
into a chair, his wrists were buckl'd down, 10
and though did he lament that first his hair
was sever'd from its length, this only was
the start of what would come upon our man.
Now reaching, Torturer withdrew a pair
of pliers from his bag whilst Warden watch'd
him pry our Pilgrim's fingernails out
from soft and rawest flesh that held to them
around their edges whilst the metal jamm'd
itself inside and tore a gap betwixt;
and how our Pilgrim cried at jolts of pain 20
that surg'd through fingers up his hands and arms
and left his tips as mangled bloody nubs
more sensitive to ev'rything he gripp'd.
And once ten nails had been pried from him
and tears did fall and he was begging for
an end to this, the Torturer remov'd
his boots and stabb'd the end into his toes
and after this the Torturer then stomp'd
upon our Pilgrim's feet and pounded fists
upon his fingers, revelling at each 30
of th'exclamations at this piercing pain.
The second day the Torturer arriv'd
he walk'd sore-footed Pilgrim to a yard
and tied protagonist to crucifix
with wire that, when tighten'd, sank within
the flesh of wrists and ankles til they bled,
and with him there were sev'ral instruments
of sharpen'd metal and from which he rais'd
a sickle with a shape like crescent moon;
this instrument he press'd to Pilgrim's chest 40
and dragg'd two points across pectoral flesh
so that they slic'd his nipples vertic'lly,
whereat he turn'd the blade and press'd one end
upon his chest and rock'd it back and forth
to slice them into fourths instead of halves
and leave a horizontal cut across
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As Ever Like the Sun & Moon at War
PoetryA troubled Pilgrim sets upon a road in search by sun and storm of paradise; a vain Pariah's banish'd from his home to render justice by the moonlit night: two individuals who share a flesh, each unalike in methods and beliefs, yet fated consequence...