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Excuetion day (( Poems Of a Rouge))

Todays the day
The day i meet the hangman
The day i face the gallows

Standing before the crowd
Noose Not yet tied
Yet i cannot take breath
for the crowd steals each one
i dare try to take

The rope around my neck
brings an odd calm
As if this will end in a heart beat

I fall, But my neck does Not break
I gasp for the stolen breath
yet my lungs know Not of new air
I gasp again again
Feeling the world Slip away

As the boots are stolen
from my still kicking feet

I feel the world slip Just a touch further
from my graspping touch
Then I know it
I am dead

Yet I woke.
In the green Wood
still within the world of the living
Side by side
With Old brothers in arms
who i turned upon for fasle allies
But do they act
for vengence
Or
for Brotherhood

either way.
As i feared,
fate does wish me to suffer more