The writing prompt today is mercy.
The man he kneels before all to see
Knowing what will be
Begging and pleading for his life to spare
Does anyone that sees care?
Anguish upon his face as he knows his fate
In the crowd much hate
The executioner raises his ax above his head
The look in the man’s face full of dread
One last plea of mercy does escape his lips
But too late as the axe does slip
© Chris Chonos