As the light faded into darkness
And the sun climbed down from its throne
The sky put on a purple dress
And the moon in all its brilliance shone.
One by one, the stars came out
Bright spots dotting the purple sheet
Not a soul stirred down below
The land lay silent, beautiful and sweet.
The clouds drifted lazily about
Blown by the subtle summer breeze
‘Twas a beautiful night, none could doubt
And he’d have agreed, as he knelt down on his knees.
Surrounded by a dozen men he was
But none could look him in the eye
As time came to a pregnant pause
He sensed his death close by.
And now the moon behind the clouds hid
Sensing evil in the sinful air
The vile eyes of the executioner forbid
The innocent lover’s final prayer.
The moon out of the clouds did come
Catching the sword as it pierced his skin
His eyes seemed to smile at the cruel injustice,
Defying the world he had dared to love in.
And there he lay for endless time
Till the vultures came
No heroic songs for him, no rhyme
Just a sense of shame.
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