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All In A Day’s Work

Ridding the world as necessary

By Colleen Millsteed Published 6 months ago Updated 6 months ago 2 min read
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The warrior rolls with the punches of the early morning heat,

Sweltering under the sun as he smiles in joy,

Excitement runs the gauntlet of the sweat upon his skin,

Knowing today is his to up end and destroy.

**

His enemy is waiting deep within the shadows,

Shaking in his boots at the day about to start,

He’s well aware that today he’ll meet his end,

Understanding it’s the day he’ll hear the ending beat of his heart.

**

The shadows lengthen around his dirty feet,

As he watches the warrior stride towards him in confidence,

He falls to his knees begging for sweet mercy,

But it’s a long shot as he knew of the consequence.

**

As the warrior stalks closer to his presence, he hears the words,

“Fool, silence your begging as there’ll be no stay of execution,

You knew the outcome if you were ever caught,

Today is your last in punishment of your unholy contribution.”

**

With that the warrior raised his sword high above his head,

And launched it across the back of his enemy’s neck,

A crunch echoed across the floor of the canyon,

And the now deceased head rolled onto the deck.

**

The executioner glanced across the valley of his world,

A smile glowing upon his handsome face,

A single tear strolls down his sunburnt cheek,

Devastated at the killing but knowing it was needed to save his race.

**

He left the decrepit body laying in the dirt,

Knowing the hyenas will enjoy a tasty feast,

He walks away without so much as a backwards glance,

Confident he’d rid the world of one more tortuous beast.

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Originally published on Medium

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About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran6 months ago

    Oooo, I loved the decapitated head rolling! Hehehehehe! Fantastic poem!

  • The juxtaposition of smile & tear will haunt me for a while.

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