The Executioner Sq

The Executioner -Walter Rossman Wield I do, this executioner's blade one could even hear the faint stirs of a violin played with sadistic elan, and sense fear on this man's face, concealed, this executioner's blade, I do wield. When I bring it down, many a head fall yet today, I'm frightened, unlike protocol, through the veil,in his eyes I see a plea for mercy, i feel my conscience frown many a head fall when I bring it down. And I am sweating, this man's eyes tear me apart, almost asking, "For the innocent man I am, have you no heart?", it continues, "for these people, weakly cheering, I've been fighting" This man's eyes tear me apart, and I am sweating. The blade refuses to budge, I am defeated I ask myself, how can I replace God Himself, and am disquieted and this angel of a man, in him I see no grudge I am defeated, the blade refuses to budge. A peaceful smile appears, as the soldiers make their way his face wrought with victory, him I wish to embrace he knows he will die today, but he has no fears as the soldiers make their way, a peaceful smile appears.