The Executioner

The Executioner

“I wish for this pain to stop” said the man
With a swish and a flick
he was gone
To the executioners palace
where he was never heard from again.

The palace was black marble.
Cold like its master
In the middle was a circle
where the dementors lay.

The man walked closer
There was no sound
He heard a footstep
That was the last thing that he ever heard

The circle came nearer
He saw it clearly
The dementor
With a quick woosh!
the job was done
where his soul would reside forever.

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