Beloved shepherd fades away,
and flocks revert to wonder, stray,

no longer herding by belief,
more desperate for some relief,

because they blindly followed here,
where slowly it's becoming clear:

they mostly went with what was told.
Directionless, distrust takes hold,

and one by one each sheep does freeze
from restless hooves to trembling knees

until they're rooted where they wait
immersed in panic, idle prate,

the solace of distractions met
with readiness to fast forget

"they know not what they do" tonight
since they crucified their light.