As i look around at the shattered and wounded glass stuck deep in the veins of my skin
i look around at the wreckage and realize i am more than hurt within.
i have clearly lost this war
noone has won this victory, death, dispair and bloody gore
for though the enemy was once a friend not foe
who turned there back on friendship said it were to be no more.
A act of treason was the sentence given above the shoulders, the call of violence a seamless and quick beheading is in order.
torn and tattered i am carried amongst the lords, ladies and the poor looking at me with dead eyes, hollow sly grin
bloody, lifeless i know my time has come to and end. what a wicked ending for such a gracious life to begin.
as i am brought to my bloody post and my head is put in the guillatin, i ask God to forgive me of my sins and closed my eyes take a deep breath.
as i hear it come down with a swoosh, i feel the steel hit the back of my neck and everything goes black.
As the head of my face is now on a post.
Above yelling of the crowd in a tower with a small window sits the queen knowing from a far she was enjoying it the most.