On this dark day, the murky clouds mirror my mood; time is no longer my ally as I wait for my execution. The fat Tudor beast in red and gold has sentenced me to death for disagreeing with his divorce. I can hear death coming, his heavy footsteps echo on the walls of the cell. The door creaks open, my heart thumping like a drum. I'm totally defenceless. The soldiers grab me like a rag doll and throw me onto the platform. Then I see him, Death himself, raising his sharp, menacing silver blade as I take my last breath...
by Dylan Williams (Winner) (11)
Overstone Primary School - Northampton
Competition - Ancient Adventures
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