Crimson tears doth fall as blood,
From soul’s wound of betrayal;
A thorn veiled as a rosebud,
For once we took sweet counsel.
‘Twas not mine enemy, who
Sold me to the hands of death;
Nor foes who insult anew,
Whilst I fight for every breath.
‘Tis a wound that cannot heal,
By one whose loyalty he swore;
Daggers in his words reveal,
A heart that held naught but war.
Not with blade did he betray,
But alas, it was a kiss;
A sign in the trap he lay,
The sword that slays in silence.
–- The Prince
Prophecy of the Heir
(Psalm 55:12-15)
This poem (based on messianic psalms) is an excerpt from the literary apologetics novel, Prophecy of the Heir. The poem is written by the Prince (the pre-incarnate Christ), who gives it to the Shekinah (Holy Spirit), who then inspires the mortal Daeved (King David) to pen it.