The Execution

I was just randomly writing and I ended up writing this about a pious man during Medieval Times.

In the letter you never wrote to me, you said many things. Some good and some bad. The letter you wrote to me was one that poured out your heart to me not only by the words but by the tear stained paper it was written on. In the letter you never wrote you told me I was your best friend and that my last ten years of my life were not wasted in vain. It reassured me that you did care about me and now in my time before death it consoled me and finally allowed me to accept the cruel punishment that was bestowed upon me.
Too bad the letter was only a figment of my imagination. Some worthless thought to think about before the unsteady wooden platform beneath me is removed and my last breathe will be brought in right before the rope tightens. The things I remember now sends swift churns through my stomach as nostalgia grips my nerve racked body. We were so naive as boys. You were always the smart and strong one. You knew how to make everyone laugh and your tongue was like silver. The perfect boy to some but I could see more. I saw the boy that could become ten times better.
Unlike you I wasn't strong or I wasn't fast. My intelligent was above average but no where near yours. I was an average looking boy while you looked like a handsome god taken out of myth. But I had something you didn't. I was gifted with what you could never achieve. The abilities I had could not be learned because they are given. Like a malediction muttered upon the unlucky princess in the fairy tales.
The benefaction God had given me allowed me to understand emotions. See what people hide deep down. Those little hidden wants and desires. I knew how to manipulate them and have people act and do what I wanted. When people had pain I could take it away. If they wanted to be happy I could tell them the things they wanted to hear. I knew praises that gave them smiles and self worth.
My mind emerged from the images of the past and I looked forward at all those cold starving people looking at me. I was the example of what happened to people who thought differently. Who broke the bounds of this dying society. I stared at the people right before they dropped the board and yelled out one sentence. And the crowds face changed. I fell down and the rope gripped my neck. I died knowing at least I gave them courage.