Silver coin
(what would my fate be)
joined by my defender
with an uneasy smile
a soft look in his eyes
voicing no words
he left me with the judgment
before going out
he took form his purse
a small piece of silver
turned to me grasped my hand
therein he pressed the coin
I had always known
my road would end at the block
I must answer of my sins
what things I have done
could speak of what was broken
like wings or hearts
tell you that I have stolen trust and crushed butterflies
the crimes I have done
with intent
souls now in dark places
because of my undoing
this alone enough to send me
to my destiny
the crime that takes me
to the platform
was without intent
to protect a friend
sought a foe of my making
took a bright shield
and dressed myself as justice
charged into battle on my call
laying waste warriors
sent by the prince of the night
in my zeal to slay demons
precious things were broken
soft tissue deeply gashed
rage in a pool of blood from the innocent
I have done this thing
no evil intent
none the less I am here to pay
JRS
4/11/2006
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