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The Executioner and The Leaf

December 1, 2010
By VLythia GOLD, Dallas, Georgia
VLythia GOLD, Dallas, Georgia
12 articles 2 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Guys, I think I'm gonna join clown school... But that means I have to grow size 15 feet and a big red nose. Naw, I'll just learn to fake it, but that's after I get an afro."


A soft lonely piano full of grief. A small drum slowly counting the beats I have left. A flute cries softly and the people sob quietly. I slowly walk down a lonely road, crowded with the sympathetic looks of dark, saddened roses. The large black iron gates are a great menace before me and as I enter the melancholy courtyard, people bow their heads.
The executionar stands before a vast smooth stone. A grey cloth covers his taunting face, a large gleaming axe in his hands. Directly behind him stands a great wise tree. Nearly kneeling from the wind, the tree moans softly. It's bark has turned a sickly grey, the tree is dying, both of us being punished for a crime we never commited. And yet, on one of its curling branches hangs a blood red leaf. A flash of color in this black and grey world.

The leaf holds on for dear life and whispers to me softly in naive confidence,

'I will never fall, I will never bow, I shall never die.'

Just one small glimpse of life in death.



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