A Silent Witness

For a hundred more years I could have stood Silently great Amongst this wood A silent witness To young lovers Stolen moments Secrets abundant My presence, mildly unassuming As children play, and picnics lay Beneath the ground, My life’s resuming Judge me not on my stance But appreciate my wisdom I have felt so much And loved so unconditionally Then came the fateful day Without thought for my soul You cut my life away Where I once stood? A hole! Now my purpose in life? Death! Oh yes! For I am not just any chair, yet still the silent witness Patiently I sit and wait, for closure on your business Carefully listening for my cue, the deadly ticking clock While you prepare, pray, to escape from my lethal SHOCK!