The Hour of Shadows

Seated astride the incarnate homeless rabbi 
As Michelangelo captured the gathering scene
And set the table for thirteen nomadic disciples
The question was asked and answer displayed
Consuming the same bread dipped by Holy God
And betrayed. And you, by darkened wayward heart
Bid quickly achieve your demonic unbridled destiny 
Skulked into the night with blinded cowardice denial 
Thirty bits of stolen silver justified by liars blame
In the garden with murderous kiss and painted love
The time of your choosing, the hour of shadows.