2025 NaPM 19 April

[Mark A Becker]

High Noon

Upon a clear day, darkness
descends. Silence falls
deeply, under a crimson sky.
Birds have flown, seeking
shelter. A lone centurion
comes to the sudden
realization that something
has gone terribly wrong
with This One.

What he cannot know
is that this moment will
change history, forever...


NOTE: I decided to scratch the last stanza since I didn't think it added anything. Mention of the centurion, and capitalizing This One was enough for a reader to grasp the subject.