Last of Twelve, thief and devil
A red blur amongst the shadows
He pockets some silver
And gives master a kiss

It was no result of greed
No – Satan entered his body
For he exceeded them all
Forsaken clothe for divinity

Chosen by master, the last
Despite corruption of sicarius
But he was a devil
No – he was His disciple!

The Cenacle froze… silence
Prediction causing commotion
Devil’s wary eye meeting
The languid gaze of master