Execution
I sit quietly in this darkened cell,
before me remains of my last meal, served.
On my journey to this place, I now dwell.
Though, my punishment due, is undeserved.
I have, alas, protested much, in vain.
A dour priest did give blessed sacrament.
This! An impending end, brutally slain.
Though the earth still turns in its firmament.
Now, through bars, I see my last bright sunrise.
Now, I will take this injustice calmly.
Now, that the hooded axe man’s blade beckons.
Now, before me is the block where one dies.
Now, they help me lay my head down softly.
Now, I will pray through these last few seconds.
End
@BardPharts
14 September 2025
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