All in the Execution

It would be a lie if I told you I wasn't known.

My appearance is all that needs to be shown

to sadden the hearts of many.

There was a time when I was all the rage

of course, that was a different age,

when life was way more simple.

I could get away with anything

that would make the people sing

with cries of cheers and agony.

The excitement in the crowds would mount

it all would start with a single shout

before exploding in a singular ripple.

Despite this occuring quite so often,

it was something simply not forgotten

by all the spectators.

But when everything was over,

when I no longer recieved an official order,

I was locked away forever.

Even to this day they fear me.

Me and my lack of mercy.

For I am the king of all eradicators.

Although I no longer have a use,

I shall return, make no excuse.

My reign still isn't over.

Sincerely,

the guillotine.