Day of Reckoning

Written by: lola barron

Wind lashes into me, no softer than a cat o’ nine tails.
The rope swinging like a fallen halo.
Fear of death was never resident in me, I thought I knew my final resting place,
But now. What now.

If only you had not abandoned me.
Or did I abandon you. The moment I plundered his body of life breath.
She had lain with him as naked and carefree as a baby in a bath.
With honour deplete and heart wretched would not any man have done the same.

She told me I would never grace your hallowed halls,
But  be consumed by eternal fire.

My chest is leadened. My heart thudding.
The rope is stilled. I look for a sign.
My only fear is of the unknown.