I never knew that walking into a room would change my life.

People would debate on my life and death,
Bringing people in and out,
Asking for evidence,
While I just sit there,
Quiet.

The next step of my life is judged,
By a bunch of people in white wigs,
And the majesty herself.

A guard came over,
Grabbed me by the wrists,
Cuffed them,
And took me away.

Now I'm in a room,
Where the eyes of pity and anger,
Are placed upon me.

I cannot look at anyone,
So I look down,
But I feel their glare burning my soul.

I see a red head,
In the biggest seat,
And realize,
It's Queen Elizabeth herself.

My nerves put me under pressure,
I'm not sure about anything anymore,
Am I going to die, or am I going to live?

I was forced into a seat,
As the light shone on me,
And everyone looked and stared.

The woman was tall in her high chair,
so was everyone,
But me.

She quietly said some words
stating my "crime"
Even though I was perfectly not guilty.

I was silenced to not say a word.
People framed me,
But I did no wrong.

I needed to get away,
 But my plans were ruined,
As someone came in,
And the doors were locked.

No windows for air.
And I heard the man speak,
But no truth came out.

One by one,
People spoke against me,
And I knew that I was not lucky.

My heart began to beat,
When the Queen looked at me,
And I could only see disgust in her eyes.

When the final man,
Left the room,
It was clear,
The answer in their eyes.

I couldn't understand,
That a room full of people hated me,
And not one thought otherwise.

Everyone held their breaths,
And looked at the lady,
Even though we all knew what was to come.

She screamed 'guilty' 
and the whole place erupted.
Tears fell down my eyes,
No one loved me,
At all.

The guards took me outside,
Where the gloomy morning hit my face,
Everyone followed out,
To witness my death.

My head was forced onto the block,
Which fitted neatly.
My hands were tied behind me back,
And my whole life flashed in front of me.

The executioner entered the outside,
Placing the axe at my head,
As he lifted I thought about,
All the people who wanted me dead.

"I promise you, mother, I will do my best.
I'll haunt their dreams,
Until they forgive."

Sweat trickled down my sacked head,
My heart faster than a cheetah,
My body shaking under the sky,
This was my final cry.

And the sound of crows echoed the open at the sudden sound of death.