Death (part 1)

In which a girl stands for murder.

Taken it's toll,

but I'm not ashamed

for what I have done.

 

Executor looks me over,

thirsty like a hound;

he wants to spill my blood.

 

My mother is crying,

not giving a damn who sees,

praying to some empty God I might be saved.

 

My father hasn't showed up,

he's sitting in his study,

ashamed of his one and only daughter.

 

The crowd before me stands stiff,

nobody dares breathe for fear of missing something,

and I glare back.

 

The king stands,

the executioner grins,

and my mother wails.

 

The King looks directly at me,

at least he has the guts to look,

but he's a pig and I hope he dies just as he kills.

 

The executioner grabs me rough,

and leads me up to the wooden platform,

and I can tell he's going to enjoy this.

 

Sick thing is,

he doesn't like getting rid of bad people,

he likes to kill them.

 

 

Noose fits around my neck,

my necklace of death,

and suddenly I smile at the crowd, like a princess getting her crown.

 

Executioner thinks he's going to kill me,

and the crowd is thinking they're going to watch me hang,

but I have other plans.

Reviews

[Gene Denham]

I really like this. The ending left me wanting more. Good job.