The Sentence

It bled, bled and bled Profusely. But no wound was visible. It cried, cried and cried Badly. But no shriek was audible. It rolled, tossed and crumpled Hopelessly. But no movement was discernible. It felt throttled and choked But kept quiet. It moved yet. The pangs were wrapped In the cloak of composure Because it knew It would live now With scars, An ordeal, Invisible Inaudible Indiscernible. The Unconquerable Had pronounced The sentence.