The executioner
They found him gazing at the cadaver
That whenever was called his significant other
His hands held the horrendous blade
Whose sharp end cut her life
Also, he had caused her to drain to death
The unfortunate young lady whom he cherished
He was taken to the individual in control
Who, around then was me
I kept him secured till day break
Until the time had come to see
Climate he had carried out the sacrosanct thing
What's more, rebuffed, he will be
However, what confounded and astounded me
Was the manner in which he looked so satisfied
He strolled around the monster room
As though he claimed the house
He turned his head, to individuals
Furthermore, bowed his head then 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
Furthermore, that is the point at which a lady shouted
She stooped on the ground
What's more, shouted out
"Goodness God! what have I done?"
He just grinned at her and said
"Sit back and relax, it will be fine"
Following seven days, he joined the group
Of vulnerable broken men
He sulked the ground
Also, cleaned the cells
With no unpleasant word
He woke to day break
He supplicated then worked
He ate and worked again
I perceived how hard he functioned and attempted
Furthermore, couldn't resist the opportunity to think
In the event 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 #1 jail man
Not only for me
For his kindred men
The advocate he became
Individuals assembled to hear him talk
He was the good example
Just around evening time, before he rested
After his everyday asks
He's heard chatting with the ruler
Bowing, he murmured and cried
Be that as it may, he just says
Incredibly
"Much thanks to you for what occurred"
The months went to three years
Of the eighteenth 100 years
A letter then, at that point, was shipped off him
That drove him crazy
He broke the glasses
Furthermore, tore the pages
Of one of his #1 book
I asked the gatekeepers
Also, 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 stressed, 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
Occasionally have passed
A letter showed up
However not really for him but rather me
She had composed it before she passed on
I opened it to see
Three long words
That stunned my psyche
What's more, they were
"It was me"
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