He knew what awaited him,
Yet he walked without fear.
No need to run, nor to hide,
For his spirit was clear.
Had he wanted to escape,
Had he chosen to walk away,
He would've lived a little more,
But still, he chose to stay.
Each step, each breath,
His conscience grew deep.
He knew it was all over,
With no promise to keep.
Facing his end with a smile,
His innocence held strong.
Death claimed his name—
An execution gone wrong.