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The Noose

Contributed by Crimson_Rose on Tuesday, 26th October 2004 @ 07:10:58 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

The frightened crowd parted as the accused witch passed
Her fiendish hands were bond bloodily in front of her
Sorrow struck her placid face
An angered man bolted from the mob, & shoved the pitiable Harper to the ground

She disgustingly spat out the cold dirt,
Harper swiftly turned her head & narrowed her cold eyes
The man roughly grabbed her shoulder & pulled her up,
He smugly pushed her towards the abandoned platform

Harpers black, tightly laced shoes lightly pounded on the steps
As she ascended up those creaky, wooden steps,
The mass of people threw putrid, rotten fruit at her,
Apples, oranges & aged peaches clung to her dirty dress

The noose was fastened tightly on her nimble neck
Silver tears streamed from her eyes, down her childish, rosy cheeks
Harpers pleading whimpers were enough to break the most evil of hearts
Her tiny feet deliberately step onto the oak wood stool

The executioner smiled with a smirk of absolute evil
People watched in hurried anticipation,
As his big, husky foot vengefully kicked the stool
Harpers petite neck broke instantly, and the bones painfully cracked

She was left there for dead…she died at once,
Her lips had turned an icy blue,
The rigid rope was turning her neck a rich, crimson red
Harper Annalaya Strenna: Born December 24, perished June 18th
Was she innocent? Or a victim of the devil?

Copyright Â© Crimson_Rose ... [ 2004-10-26 19:10:58]
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Re: The Noose (User Rating: 1 )
by Bohemian_with_a_pen on Wednesday, 27th October 2004 @ 04:50:35 AM AEST
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wow, this is great.. i love it...

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