He looked at the scars and his freezing blood encrusted body again..
they silently described a story of torture, torment and pain..
How he was left there to be torched, churned and burned, wrapped with chains..
his burning, suffering and misery were doused to an extent, by the cold rain...
He lied there naked, almost dead as he breathed reluctantly..
the rain drops and the cool breeze gave some respite as they kissed him gently..
Suddenly his attention went to the broken skulls, he gazed intently..
As he howled in pain and cursed himself, "If I had done things differently..!!"
NOTE:- The following poem has been written for 100 Words on Saturday, a prompt initiated by Writetribe!
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