The Executioners Oath
Trapped between darkness and light,
the goodness of day,
and the evils of night.
The bonds of sanity are fraying,
becoming too loose...
He's praying,
but I tighten the noose.
I kick away the bucket,
and with a sickening thud,
I see him choking,
his throat filled with blood.
It's a terrifying feeling,
taking away a life...
I marked them off one by one,
with the cut of a knife.
Slicing pale skin,
it's the least of my sins.
I've watched as men died,
regarding their blood as if it was mine.
Copyright © Katlyn Hale | Year Posted 2016
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