He thrust his brilliant voice into the gloom.
where stench of must impregnated the rocks
Where death was darker than the face of doom
whose jagged features the unliving mocked.

In there he hurled his fulgurating voice
that burst into the darkness like a flare
And grumbling death retreated with no choice
into the farthest corner of his lair,
abandoning the man in cloth enwrapped
whose inert form vibrated now with power
Whose eyes had seen the brilliant thunderclap
When Jesus called him forth that very hour.

Rise Lazarus and leave the darkness there!
Come forth and do not stay in death's dark lair!
What a splendid surprising piece of work.
Glad you enjoyed the poem.
God Bless!