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The Thief (Free verse) by Niphredil
They are baring my arm, my left arm. Those who steal shall be punished. That is the law. I am held as still as stone, but my heart is beating Just above my lungs my heart is pounding, With every pulse, I breathe a little less. The sword is being sharpened. One would not want it blunt or rusty, It would not suffice. I cannot turn my eyes away, Nor bring myself to do otherwise than stare Helplessly, at those who will bring about my doom. Cold rays of blinding sunlight Glance off the whistling blade, As it shrieks down towards me. I try to tear away, But my arm is in a vise. And as I scream, fog closes in about me.

Up the ladder: catastrophe
Down the ladder: The Clock and the Storm

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.3333335
Weighted score: 5.0397344
Overall Rank: 7143
Posted: September 11, 2005 4:49 AM PDT; Last modified: September 11, 2005 4:49 AM PDT
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Comments:
[n/a] ALChemy @ 65.188.89.69 | 11-Sep-05/5:11 PM | Reply
Good subject. Timings good. You don't reveal the outcome too soon.
[8] Ranger @ 62.252.32.15 | 8-Mar-06/4:11 AM | Reply
Yes, a reflection of the way the condemned notices small details. Nice.
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