911

Found guilty of wanting Tried by my peers Locked me away to avoid their fears A judge so cruel Not one but many The object of my desire my head executioner Afraid of the truth Scared for the future Not want to upset vicious to his kind Piteous he is Only desire to help Run afoul the course mucked by the unforeseen Knocked off the route Yet to return Time runs short matters not now One that slipped The first true one Never to be regained I slowly sail by