Thoughts on dying

by PhantomErikPhan

Sydney Carton on his lonely walk; Reviews much apprieciated

Thoughts on dying:

I walk now to my inevitable death

I walk to take my final breath

I cherish now my final hour

Some men say I am a coward

I look to heaven and then below

The caps of red like blood in snow

My hands not bound

I walk there freely

My head is high

My gaze is steely

I know my purpose and I know it well

I thought life a worthless and daunting hell

But now I see I was mistaken

And my destiny is taken

On these boards on the walk towards the guillotine

Upon that blade held fast

Now I kneel before my fate

And lay my head upon the slate

In my heart I feel no hate

Only love and release

And as I take a breath I see in my minds eye

The soft blue gaze of lovely Lucy

Then pain and naught but sky