The ballad of judas iscariot

For months and years, in grief and tears,
He walked the silent night
Then the soul of Judas Iscariot
Perceived a far-off light.
A far-off light across the waste,
As dim as dim might be,
That came and went like the lighthouse gleam
On a black night at sea.
'Twas the soul of Judas Iscariot
Crawl'd to the distant gleam
And the rain came down, and the rain was blown
Against him with a scream.
For days and nights he wandered on,
Push'd on by hands behind
And the days went by like black, black rain,
And the nights like rushing wind.
'Twas the soul of Judas Iscariot,
Strange, and sad, and tall,
Stood all alone at dead of night
Before a lighted hall.

- Excerpt from a poem by Robert Buchanan.