The Cross' Captive

His body trembled -
Blood spilled freely around the nails.
Again and again the hammer drove them down
one for each hand and a third
to hold both feet; piercing through.
Now they raise him -
All his weight upon his gored hands.
Straining and tearing more flesh.
Every breath becomes a battle.
Each one harder to fight.
The crowd taunts him -
Demanding him to save himself.
How can they pile insults on such suffering?
But he asks his Father to forgive them
his voice cracking from the struggle.
Darkness falls -
A looming storm of evil and separation
come to claim the dying one.
He feels it draw near and cries out
"My God! Why have you forsaken me?"
The agony mounts -
And then with one final strain
he pulls himself up to speak
and offers his spirit to his Father.
With one word he breathes his last
"Te-tellisti" -
It is finished. It is done.