Pungent
curl of smoke,
His
face glowing in the firelight,
A
draught chilling his back
"I
do not know the Man".
Jostle
of rough elbows,
Eldritch
firelight on scarred faces,
Furrowed,
interrogative brows
"I
do not know the Man".
Shriek
of a frightened fowl,
Eerie
twilight shining,
A
sharp, accusatory maid
"I
do not know the Man".
A
second cock crow.
A
look. A sword to his heart. Again
Peter,
stumbling from the murderous house,
Began
to know the Man.
Jesus Christ our High Preist, was denied in the house of another high priest.
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