Judgement

Sword of sheer doubt,
Unsheathe a sharp tongue.
Wait, town crier,
Slander of the bells rung.

F**k what you said,
Forget all your weak words.
It's me, I'll stay
And enjoy my red purge.

You don't listen,
Repeat the same old ploy.
I let you stab,
While I pretend I'm coy.

Judge for the crowd,
A mask for the ages.
Sharpen the ax,
Mass, here, at the stages.

Blade to my neck,
And my face to the crowd.
Smile so sweetly
Until I wear the shroud.

A song of gasps,
The rhythm of warm blood.
Justice served,
My head rolls into mud.

Reviews

[Beren]

This is so beautifully written, rhymes are awesome, it flows, imagery is powerful! A great one! I definitely want to read your other poems! One of the bests I’ve ever read! So natural, and keeps the message! Wow 10/10 for me

[Hallow]

Thank you so much. It took me awhile to figure out how I wanted this one to sound. Truly appreciate your kind words. Thanks again!