"Under Lock and Key"

I search the sky
to find a shooting star
where thunder bursts
to ignite the night
upon a lonely hill
covered by the moon
in a haze of light,

a halo of a man
star gazing
within the gloom
the wind to moan
chanting a mourn
me the shepherd lying still
for sheep to weep,

upon the fields
of hay and wheat
strapped and wrapped
from sight of light
the earth a blanket
to shield my sin
the air to echo,

a lighting sound
unforgiving,
the spirit to rise
to wake a new day
for me to pray -
O! death why me
to be buried,

upon this page
my hair so grey
where I write
my fatal name.
“Paradise lost”
the gate shut fast
under lock and key.