Save my soul

He never laid a hand on that girl...

But a jealous boyfriend said he touched her,

ravaged her to use his words.

Now within hours of justice rule,

hands shackled...

he sits on the cold dirt floor

in the dungeon of doom...

a place not fit for a rat.

contemplating what brought him here...

he did love the pretty wench,

touch her in his mind...always

for real...never.

The thick heavy door creaked open slowly...

and the black hooded man and two escorts stepped inside.

dragging him by his arms,

he was lead to his pending doom.

A large shadow of a creature that eats,

the heads of it's victims daily.

two large men, dragged honing stone

along either side of it's edge

As an observer I could clearly see

the young mans muscle tense in his body,

as he began to resist the inevitable.

The goliath of a machine, seemed to

smile at him as he neared...

and it moaned as the two men hoisted open it's mouth.

The innocent man was strapped face down on his belly,

writhing with every ounce of strength he could muster...

to no avail...

with the pull of an old rope by the hooded man,

the monster slammed closed his mouth,

with sound of ten swords being quickly pulled from there scabbards.

The ensuing thud....was that of ten pounds of living flesh

dropping into a bucket....

as if to be discarded human waste...

As the young lady I am...to record this story,

and bare witness to this gruesome kill.

I bow my head and shed a tear....and say to myself...

I should of told the judge the truth....

he never touched me...