Repentance

Upon a rocky hill rests a peaceful mill, where time does not age, there once lived a simple man following a simple man's life. But where birds their chatter brought forth notes of love in the morning breeze, the farmer awoke with a silent glare of malice. His golden eyes had grown grey and lifeless, portraying the wounds locked within his heart. The dark secret had not left as he fled up the remote path to the abandoned building. The visions that torment his mind slowly and ever so painfully.  They mark the murder a simple man committed out of despair. Though no court convicted the man's wronging, though none knew his act of felony, there was justice that day. For death came both in the physical embodiment of the victim as well as in invisible venom corrupting the heart and soul of a farmer's life.

Author's Note

Written for the "Blue Rose Cafe ~ Tovli's 'The Ten' " Contest.
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