The Execution By: Kingsleywrites

Her head was placed for beheading and a hole was made under an hour glass. She curiously watched the sands of time waste away.

While, the executor took a massive grip unto his axe, with hunger on his face. It was obvious he couldn't wait to get on with this phase.

Finally, the count was over and there came this stern silence so quiet, one could hear the hasty wind force it's way into broken hour glass.

The axe went high up into the sky, it's metal part reflecting the sun into her eyes; She became silent for no one heed to her cries.

Her sweat racing down with her tear because above her awaited a greater scare, Straight down went the axe unto her.

Suddenly, the rhythmic play of the brigade could be heard from her heart, she was shook, for her eyes were filled with innocence, but no one believed, to them she made no sense.

She took in the last breathe of her life and the rest was a red filled sensation.

Her eyes were wide opened as her head took to its heels away from its host part, She had seen paradise; no she was in paradise.

The crowd became merry over her death,

but she was free,

free.

©Kingsleywrites

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