The executioner
They found him gazing at the carcass
That whenever was called his significant other
His hands grasped the horrendous blade
Whose sharp end cut her life
What's more, he had caused her to drain to death
The unfortunate young lady whom he adored
He was taken to the individual in control
Who, around then was me
I kept him secured till first light
Until the time had come to see
Climate he had carried out the consecrated thing
What's more, rebuffed, he will be
Yet, what confounded and puzzled me
Was the manner in which he looked so satisfied
He strolled around the goliath room
As though he possessed the house
He turned his head, to individuals
Furthermore, bowed his head then, at that point, grinned
At the point when the adjudicator showed up
And all stood
He stayed situated and yawned
At the point when it was his move
He gladly admitted
"I did all that is expressed"
The entire court
Murmured and quieted
What's more, that is the point at which a lady shouted
She bowed on the ground
What's more, shouted out
"Gracious God! what have I done?"
He just grinned at her and said
"Simply relax, it will be fine"
Following seven days, he joined the group
Of powerless broken men
He sulked the ground
What's more, cleaned the cells
With next to no harsh word
He woke to sunrise
He implored then worked
He ate and worked again
I perceived how hard he functioned and attempted
What's more, couldn't resist the opportunity to think
On the off chance that he had done what I have heard
Or on the other hand was only outlined
Two months and he turned into the one
My number one jail man
Not only for me
For his kindred men
The advisor he became
Individuals accumulated to hear him talk
He was the good example
Just around evening time, before he dozed
After his day to day supplicates
He's heard conversing with the master
Stooping, he murmured and cried
Be that as it may, he just says
Amazingly
"Much thanks to you for what occurred"
The months went to three years
Of the eighteenth hundred years
A letter then was shipped off him
That drove him crazy
He broke the glasses
What's more, tore the pages
Of one of his #1 book
I asked the watchmen
What's more, they told me
It says his mom's dead
The entire day long
His face was dull
He never let out the slightest peep
We were concerned, yet didn't even entertain the thought
To ask, talk or control center
Cause what could be told him that would
Help his hurt broken soul
Every so often have passed
A letter showed up
However not so much for him but rather me
She had composed it before she kicked the bucket
I opened it to see
Three long words
That stunned my brain
Furthermore, they were
"It was me"
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