| Death, ….. A Penalty? Down the corridor two march in unison, echoing in the tomb they now share, still a calm is in the air. What may bring to one a closure, brings an awful pain to another . Sounds of nervous breathing pounding throughout the air, one can almost see the last whispered prayers going up, A steady hand holds the fasteners, ..click clack ..stings in the ear. Faster and faster the breath is heard, a signal given by a third.…. it's time..... .....all eyes watch ....... .....it's over. In an eerie quiet that's left, a single tear rolls down through the cleft. No words are spoken, as if all are broken. The footsteps of one shuffle down that hallow corridor, this time without a beat. What was seen was it ok? To take as he…... a life away? |