It was easy to believe him evil, a monster with no name, no face, no redeeming quality to release him from his guilt, his sin,...her pain. For there was no freedom for her at all, no soothing touch of tender grace, a repeating horror, endless tears and fears, fond, fading mem'ries he had slain. A demon summoned from nightmares black, a face, a name...a mere mortal man, Now here, for her and all the world, Heavy tears of anguish spill from his eyes and vengeance sweet slips away, there upon the witness stand for there is no sound of comfort found when the monster also cries...
Reason for writing:
I guess this came about as the result of a discussion about guilt and responsibility, punishment and vengeance and justice. It's something of a reminder that things aren't always black and white...
Natalie....
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