My End

I see the mourners gather around
To watch this unpleasant site.
My fear heightens
As the headman's axe
Comes into view.
It falls upon my bear neck
And slays me.
Slowly, my life essence drips
To the thirsty earth
Beneath me
In agony I cry out, WHY? !
While a deathly face, laughs cruelly.
Now alone, My cascade of tears
Falls upon saddened eyes...
My mother cries...
My father weeps...
I sleep...

This is my end

by Tamara Moir

Comments (1)

....beautiful imagery and wonderful theme..love this ★