The Seven: Wanted Dead or Alive
Chapter 17: Elegy of a Condemned Man
Title: Elegy of a Condemned Man
Author: Hairann
Prompt: Emptiness
Rating: M must be 18+ to read!
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Western, Yaoi.
Word count: 337
Warnings: This story will be at least rated M, but may raise in the future. It will also contain Yaoi.
Characters: Bankotsu
Summary: Part 17 of The Seven: Wanted Dead or Alive which is an AU story set in the 1800s of how the Band of Seven, the notorious outlaws, came together.
Prompt Summary: Poem from Bankotsu's POV as midnight approaches. Won first place for prompt.
Midnight upon his last day would soon strike its cord,
heralding his last moments end.
Soon he'd be thrust upon the proverbial sword,
to heaven the hangman would send.
The price of life was now more than he could afford,
for the law's will would never bend.
From below they would stand and watch, the gawking horde,
executions the newest trend.
Watch they would as he drew his final breath that day,
as he was punished for his sin.
“Got what was coming to him,” they would all soon say,
and in spite, spit on his coffin.
Then life would go on and they would all walk away,
and he would soon be forgotten.
In the cold, hard ground, six feet under he would lay,
an empty mass of bone and skin.
No one would speak of his accomplishments in life,
or even remember his name.
None would care that he had lived a life full of strife,
or think his passing was a shame.
Wonder if he had loved and had taken a wife,
or what had been his life's true aim.
None would question why his hair never met a knife,
or who it was that was to blame.
He had come into this world alone and afraid,
and spent most of his life in kind.
No one to share his life with was the price he paid,
his one companion, his own mind.
Things would have been different had his parents stayed,
but life was not fair, he did find.
He had no choice but to live like this as fate bade,
as it did not care for his bind.
Tomorrow the final curtain for him would fall,
his own elegy left unsaid.
When his maker decided it was time to call,
toward the next life he would be lead.
It would no longer matter how short or how tall,
he was in life; he would be dead.
Soon he would forget and be forgotten by all,
as he reached his eternal bed.