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The thunder spoke obstreperously in the air, as if the very heavens might shatter. It declared to all the untamed forces of nature and gave fair warning of the wrath that was to come. In the woods, trees trunks moved and made creaking noise acquiescing to the swift commands from the hostile breeze. Tom sighing heavily, ran as 'fast' as an octogenarian with ankle weights.  He pushed aside each blade of grass on his path when suddenly, a huge tree fell and landed right before him. It obstructed his movement. On his left hand side, was nothing left and on the right hand side was nothing right. A dead end it's for him. Jerry's nap breached by the noise that accompanied the fell. He stared at Tom for few seconds, and then unveiled a laughter that sounded as of Lucifer welcoming a sinner to the Hades. Possessed with the speed of light, he disappeared farther away from Tom, and further into the woods. Jerry's left foot appeared from under a creeping gra...

Across from me, beyond the iron jaws of the prison gate, He stood—tall, gaunt, eyes deep as forsaken wells, Grey whispers of hair pleading against the creeping void of baldness. With hands weathered by death’s cold touch, he poured liquid steel, A silver vessel birthing oil onto a stone slab, His fingers twirling round the severed blade, A lover’s caress upon the guillotine’s wicked tongue. Doom shadowed me, a false charge branding my soul, My devotion to the throne now but a fleeting ember. Xerxes, blind to the truth, deaf to my cries, The palace council—wolves in gilded robes— Sealed my fate with whispers sharp as daggers. Had he forgotten? My king, my lord, How once I shattered the goblet of venom, How I snatched him from death’s coiling grasp? Yet now, his Empress, Cassandane, draped in silken malice, Arrived before the baying hounds, eager for the theatre of my demise. The headsman grinned, his glee a blade as keen as the one he honed, Steel kissed wood—a plank sundered like wind ...