The Trials of Meretrix Canto V

Here, this day, on this inglorious Field Thy vain struggles will count no Valour. All hope now abandoned, Imminent defeat unconcealed; Erstwhile countenance display Such waxen, languid pallor. Surround by your dwindling Forces Ye will but sadly find... That the stout keep of your Valiant fortress is all but breached, Once strong foundations failing - Wherest badly undermined! For a rigorous examination beckons ye; Stood before impassioned jurors Chosen from the feared and all Powerful families of the ignoble Medici. Black curtains drawn back from Deep reveals That look out over the enlightened Years... Where conceals... Hidden between leafs of peremptory Decree:- A blight spread upon these lands, Inflicted from Romes insidious Plans - That cause stain upon the Renaissance of a golden century! When clapping thunder breaks and Brazen lightening clashes Still I would know ye again: A pounding, frenzied reflex devoid Of all Godly purpose - Detached from any amount of Blame! For I have sought ye out, O lowly Meretrix; Heaping upon you with bondage Enforced through servitude and Shame; And I, O lowly Meretrix, I...hereby command thy name. A fastidious Advocate of intellectual Character Shallst I elect, He who be a practitioner of Theological proposal unrefrained, To represent you - Raised from the rank files of the Dead and slain! A public gallery, wherest seated, Ghostly phantasms That I purposefully select; And for a judge - A deathly one: Ill measured, worshipfully detached, Beneath it all, And hopelessly arcane. This "Innocent" fool, dressed in Guise of highest ecclesiastical Enforcer, Perpetuated a medieval Inquisition, Both protracted and prolonged, That openly boasted and rejoiced In its zealous slaughter! Thereby spawned a terrible edict - "Ad Extirpanda":- Cannon law that advocates the Use of "Legitimate torture"! Know thee also, Meretrix, the Pius Pontiff, Heaven sent, Who in his greater wisdom Convened over The council of Trent: Four hundred years spanning Across a Reformations fears; Reaffirmed when Pope John, In reflective reiteration, Was heard to chillingly hiss: "What was...Still is"! TO BE CONTINUED...