The executioner
They found him gazing at the carcass
That whenever was called his better half
His hands held the ridiculous blade
Whose sharp end cut her life
Furthermore, 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
Also, rebuffed, he will be
Be that as it may, what confounded and confused 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
Also, bowed his head then, at that point, grinned
At the point when the appointed authority 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
Also, shouted out
"Gracious 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 defenseless broken men
He sulked the ground
Furthermore, cleaned the cells
With practically no unpleasant word
He woke to first light
He asked then worked
Yet again he ate and worked
I perceived how hard he functioned and attempted
What's more, couldn't resist the opportunity to think
Assuming he had done what I have heard
Or then again 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 advocate he became
Individuals assembled to hear him talk
He was the good example
Just around evening time, before he rested
After his day to day asks
He's heard conversing with the ruler
Bowing, he murmured and cried
However, he just says
Incredibly
"Much thanks to you for what occurred"
The months went to three years
Of the eighteenth hundred years
A letter then, at that point, was shipped off him
That drove him mad
He broke the glasses
What's more, tore the pages
Of one of his number one book
I asked the gatekeepers
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 shared with 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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