One Forgot To Bring a Penny For Charity

The morning sunrise penetrated the dormitory window creating the oscillating shadow that moved silently across the solid wood floor. A young boy was made to stand upon the punishment chair, daring to glance above the rafters appeared sturdy and robust, while, suspended rope indiscriminate conveying towards one frail and frighten child, its pragmatic noose tailored to conform to the silken neck of the five year old. That moment, now frozen within an ancient memory ‘Heeded Death’ Swayed by a resonant momentum ‘The Sisters of Mercy’ Executed their message ‘While the seeds of youth were shattered within a pristine mind!’ © Harry J Horsman 2011