This is a poem I wrote some time ago for a play, it depicts Judas in his last moments. You can read more about it in Matthew 27.
In this moment of dark desperation
His image still clouds my mind
Of the man I once followed
Whispering, thy will not mine
No silver can ever replace
The look of death upon his face
Betrayal of an innocent man
Should have been me on the stand
I drank the wine, I ate the bread
Is it prophecy as he pled?
How could I ever deny
Better to have never been born he said!
I should have hung there
All the sin and shame to bear
My greed condemned him to death
Now I must take my last breath