A grand finale

The convict, who was the sinner in the eyes of beholders
The one, whom many believe, has committed crime
The hero tossed her into the cold dark cell
Pointed a finger and announced
“You, sinful tramp!! I had enough!”

In confusion over what she has been charged
Hugging her knees close to her breast
She curled up in that corner of the cell
Where she could tell
It’s the safest and warmest she felt
Awaited for the fate she would have to be dealt

Thinking over and over again
What went wrong and what hurt she had inflicted
No one advises, no one will hint, no one can tell

She become the plague her friends shunned
They agree she was sinner who should be charged
Who should face the sentence for committing the crime

The unspoken violated her mind every night
Telling her tales and said mockery was her fate
The deafening silence was her companion
Alone in the dark, she cried for explanation and hoped the ordeal would come to an end

The mobsters protested “SHE SHOULD BE HANGED!”
The hero put on his robe and wore on the wig
And there she stood in front of him, with handcuffs on her wrists
The hero announced “YES! YOU SHOULD BE HANGED!”

Still not knowing what she had sinned
She was thrown back in the cold dark cell
The mobsters and friends cheered “Victory to the hero and all!”
She still do not know what she had sinned

The night crawled and like a blind falling into her cell
The hero unrobed, removed his wig and faced her alone in her own hell
“SORRY, I HAVE BEEN CONFUSED, I WILL REDRESS YOUR CRIMES FOR YOU”

He seemed to have shone her a way
She saw hope and optimism when she looked upon the tiny window
Anticipated for her release one day
The unspoken violated her mind again
Hammering tales and said mockery was still her fate
The deafening silence was still her only companion

Alone in the dark, she cried and prayed
She hoped the ordeal would come to an end
She believed liberate would be one of the days

Then again she was brought to him face to face
The mobsters sneered and jeered all the way
She looked at the hero with hope shone through like rays
The hero, who was the judge, stared back in gay
“SORRY, YOU SHOULD BE HANGED!”

The rays became spikes from the iceberg
Raining into her throbbing heart
In blanks she stared into his shimmering eyes
She could not believe what he had just said

The mobsters thrust her to the last phase
The rope was her ending fate
They twined it around her long neck and scuttled away
The hero appeared and held on to the trigger, which supposed to end her stay
She took her final breath and resigned to meet her doom’s day
Her legs hanging, she could not feel the woody bay
Her last struggle became a grand finale.