covered with clouds, grey, not even a hint of green. perhaps the day was meant to be like this. I noticed every bit, all of the rocks and stones lying on the road, the rubble of the buildings, the city on fire. i noticed it all, they had executed all those with me and here i was, the last one. “The drive to the gallows will be a ride” he said to me, and what a ride it is. My ears were ringing, looking at the crowd of people, raging, too many to count. I saw life in them. Did we win? did we lose? We destroyed it all just like we wanted, and my answer was right there, a little girl among this monstrous crowd protesting, A little girl who presented me with a flower just as i stepped on the wood, about to be hung 6 feet from the ground. She was there, strong enough to witness and protest. We had won. The eerie feeling was not indicating our loss, but the fact that i will not witness what will happen after me.