Executioner

Executioner Moments of anguish warm tears of pain. Hopes seem to vanish like a midsummer’s rain. I tally up my life, the good and the bad. I feel such strife, the living's been had. I lift up my head hold my chin up high. There's nothing to be said nowhere to run and hide. The crowd’s been waiting, they've seen death before. Maybe I am just fated to live through this horror. My thoughts are of heaven and they are of Hell. Tonight at ten past seven in fiery depths I'll dwell. The headsmen comes on, my vision fades to black. All my resistance is gone, no fears left to crack. Cause there are hurts that harden leaving you in pain. And there are hurts that burden shedding tears that rain. I seethe in my anger, there's nothing for me to say? I am but a stranger for whom they don't even pray? Even then I could hear the blades arc diminish. “Strange,” I did fear, “this is how I would finish.” The axe found its mark followed by a loud, “THWACK!” My head rolled into the cart and, my friends, THAT was THAT…