Farewell my friends for I am gone,
not quite the way I had planned upon.
Alas it is for me the bell doth toll,
so cry ye not for my troubled soul.
And as I take these last few steps,
I let you know there are no regrets.
For it is fated I shall reach the top,
from hence I will stand then drop.
It matters not the truth is not known,
for I am no more than a callow pawn.
Now walking through fields of sorrow.
knowing for me there is no tomorrow.
Once a rose so cherished and loved,
now discarded my petals crushed.
No one near to give a loving smile,
I am just a thing, a thing to revile.
Now on the fated platform I stand,
no lover now to stand hand in hand.
Just sorrow and a need to forget,
but as the bell tolls, I love thee yet.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Ruth Ellis was the last woman to be hanged in Britain. Albert Peirpoint the hangman said, “Ruth was the bravest human being he had ever met and her execution was a gross miscarriage of justice.” She pleaded guilty to the murder of her boyfriend David Blakely. It took the court just 25 minutes to sentence her to death.