a plea for pity
a soothing reprieve
a willingly wept prayer
a wretch’s last unsubtle cry for mercy
hopeless words half said, half breathed
a beckoning death knell
could not sound sweeter
and yet fate would not allow such ease
a desperate wail
scraped from within
feeble efforts to meekly appease
the undeniable truth of unease
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