August 25.2013
Until Death Do Us Part
The room stands still as I walk down the "Valley of Death,"
The spectators had grown quiet.
I find my place in the center of the room,
Where all eyes can see me.
I feel my body tense and form a shiver.
I refuse to show fear, but there it is.
That block that curves perfectly at its center,
Where my ivory neck will be placed.
I feel my body convulsing as they tie me down.
My two arms on opposite sides of my body.
Innumerable thoughts running through my mind.
"What have I done to deserve this?"
I ask myself over and over again,
But no answer comes.
I look up to see the executioner eyeing me,
Not with sorrow,
But with disgust.
I see his blade,
Newly sharpened,
And well prepared.
I feel its icy steel form brush my neck,
I look around the room to see it spinning.
I take my last breath as he raises his arms.
Moments of my last actions flash before my eyes.
It was a quiet room,
She was rocking in her chair,
As always.
I wanted more, so much more than what I had.
I intended to end her,
One day or another.
I was blessed to be their queen,
Something I rightfully deserved.
But why did it not come?
I grew impatient,
I no longer feared my rash actions,
She brought me her.
She accused me.
She sentenced me to my death.
My dear cousin, I will see you again.
Not in this life, but in the next.
May God have mercy on your soul.
Slice.
One fluid moment,
A clean cut,
Perfection.
The crowd gasps,
Red stains the floor,
Her sins are paid for,
Her punishment was terminated,
And so was she.
She was separated from the world she loved,
After never achieving what she intended.
After losing the war.
Her trials had finally come to an end,
Justice triumphed.
All is said and done,
Until death do us part
And reins supreme.