On a dim lit stage, actors stand at attention, gaze fixed upwards
Watching as their impending doom looms nearer.
Their time is up, but they are without words.
A woman screams, but I can’t hear her.
As their time comes to an end
They think of their life.
On their actions, their fate will depend.
But I won’t protest my death, and will surrender myself without strife.
My mind and body are no longer bound,
And I can’t hear a sound
My body is still, but I look around
At this final resting place which I have found.
When the final curtain is drawn
And the stage lights go out
Was my life lived as a queen, or merely a pawn?
I know I will die, still riddled with doubt.