Suspended Faults

I felt as small as a winter’s flower yet as tall as an old oak tree the seconds dragged on for what seemed like hours when my world turned in on me the cloak I wore was of little comfort just to bridge between present and past I held onto this and other secrets no more a peasant but a king at last by the time I had finished speaking the crowd erupted with applause then towards me they were reaching as the judgment came into force the mask was meant to protect me from what no one should have seen a noose was placed just oh so gently I thought it was a bit extreme I sank into the grain that supported absorbed deep in the fibres below my legs gave way it was reported I wriggled until they let me go.