For Parchments Sake

On parchment dried and hung for Creed

I stared upon what I thought was.

Not for sake of wonderment;

But, for sake of sane.

Could in a moment:

A Soul?

A Heart?

And what I saw be gone?

Leaving only witness to Decree?

A dipping well with pen which did lap ink,

a thin, long bone, with marrow spared, the feather must have flown.

It tipped the thick and dark-like substance, red ink it seemed once moved.

drawn-up within the thread, blood?

"This Child...."

The words poured,

like the sink I heard no more.

"Where did all that......?

 Where did that young boy go?"

I seemed further from myself

the distance seemed to grow, the louder I seemed to be.

I sank to "NO" that I was next:

A wet, a skin-like shawl stopped me.

"A lamp, I'm not"

I screeched!

"Nor girl of Soul, I take"

"Heed yourself"

An unearthly voice spoke in serious stake.

For there it ends for me.

My soul doth take,

I no longer need,

to toil upon such deed.