The Last Walk

As I made my way towards the deadly gallows,

The dark world of mine seemed murkier.

My last walk through the gloomy corridor,

Instilled in my heart, panic and fear.

Death was commanded to visit my soul,

In return of the seventeen I had exterminated.

My profession didn’t involve a bit of emotions,

Never was I depressed, Never was I elated.

At sunset, the walk took me to the spot,

Surrounded by high walls, I was forced to bend.

Dusk’s never more horrifying, when you know,

By nightfall, your life is going to end.

Destroying God’s creations was criminal,

The reason of my doom, as I was told.

What’s questionable was the allowability of this,

Legal act, of executing another formation of His mould.

The executioner though, was kind enough,

To ask me, make the last wish of this life.

Without much pondering upon, I made my word,

To close my eyes, with a glimpse of my wife.

She was before me, half an hour past,

Wearing a sorry look on her face.

I confronted her with a fading smile,

Typical of a person who has lost his ways.

Quarter of an hour, was the span,

My heart was further allowed to beat.

The assassin had an eye fixed on his watch,

To stain his shirt with red, that now was neat.

I didn’t utter a single word,

Neither did her lips show any interest.

Our hearts conveyed our emotions,

Right from the base to the crest.

Time slipped away, resembling sand,

Enclosed in the tight grasp of my hands.

She was asked to step aside and make way,

For the Death to conquer my lands.

The assassin had a sense of accomplishment,

As he released the bullet that pierced my chest.

My vision faded, but I could sense her teardrop,

Soothing my wound, as my core eased to rest.