Too Late
It wasn’t supposed to be t his way.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Bells rang throughout the night. The gray sky hung low.
Her hands were bound by rope as she stood helplessly on the wooden board.
Below her was a river, the waters white and angry.
A rope was placed around her neck like a necklace. One of her last.
The crowd gathered around to watch her death.
She knew she didn’t do anything wrong. They all knew.
But there was no one else to blame.
She didn’t hurt anyone, she didn’t make the young boy die.
They thought she did.
An older boy in the crowd winced as if he were in great pain.
She whispered her final words;
“Never send to know for whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee…”
As the final toll rang throughout the night air the older boy cried out,
“Stop! I killed him! She is innocent!”
A tear drop splashed into the raging river.
But it was too late…
Now, this bell tolling softly for another, says to me: Thou must die…