The Judge's Order

The decree of fate issued to me,
Fate of what’s to come, fate of what’s to be.
Seeing them write the deadly words on the paper and more.
Watching them fashion every syllable of my name before
Me and shuddering when no sound succeeded,
Overcoming with nausea proceeded.

With me, white slender angels surround.
White angels’ forms becoming meaningless specters all around.
Forms with heads of fire with beings of profound.
There is no help, not a one can hear my sound.