He stood poised the axe raised ready to strike
no remorse in his cold heart!
As the sharp blade makes that final clean-cut
the cheers raising his adrenaline.
Making him proud of being the executioner
his sadistic nature began to stir!
High up on the cold stark and stained stones
towering over his latest victim!
His face hidden behind his sweaty black hood
emotionless at their pleading!
He had status yet was loathed and feared
by the people even as they cheered!
Many heads rolled under his term in the post
bringing excitement and tension.
A barbaric spectacle drew the large crowds
to watch the condemned die!
But too often when the cut was not precise
the blows were at least thrice!
The executioner now no longer plies his trade
in most cultures today.
That phantom vision still makes the skin crawl
evil eyes staring identity hidden.
A monster where there’s no chance of escape
as the condemned await their fate!
Hopelessness and despair on their final walk!
Death now their only salvation!
The Foureyed Poet
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