Poetry

The Executioners Call

Executioner's Block and Axe
Picture courtesy of davidhaviland.com

And the drum beats still as
I walk to the unknown

Will the Executioner be swift?
or will he strike home?

I have no idea as to
who is to atone?

As the crowds bay
for blood and others groan

Awaiting the moment
when the axe strikes home

And heads will roll
as the innocent will fall

Always they wait for
the Executioners call…

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Darren Greenidge

I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life. I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones. Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible. My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love. I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''

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