Note from the dead~

Although the writing is dark, today was SUNSHINE beautiful and brilliant! A better day could not be had. If I were to die at this moment, I would die smiling!

NOTE: The woman who created the note in my idea was a woman wrongly accused of witchcraft. Upon hearing her sentence, she chooses to create a paranoia within the judge so that in madness he would kill himself to hunt her down as she now bewitched him. She knew her body would be left unburied as an example to others. It is with this in mind that she draws his attention to her rotting maggot eaten void of eyes corpse. In his power and piety, he had not taken any notice to her corpse before reading the letter.  However, as if a voice came from the grave for him to look, he looked and saw what only he could see...a vision of her watching him. You see, he created what was in his accusation and judgement, and she in turn created that which she was accused of being.  Of course the story could be elaborated upon using more graphics, but I am lazy. It plays out rather nicely in my head.

COURTROOM:

Defendant: Thou hast found me guilty of a crime that I have not committed and thou hast sentenced me to death. Tis my final request to have but a parchment, a quill, and some ink to leave my last words behind me.

Delivered to the judge five days later...

No sentence rendered shall cease my life. A punishment thou say to tear the breath from my lungs or spill the blood from mine body? Fool! You unleash the captive in the capsule, but yet for thy good deed, thy conscious upon mine corpse whose life thou believes thou hast taken bears heavy on thee as thou lives. The power and happiness that thou thinks thou holds are but vapors quickly escaping the pot and melding with all that is. Thy brain squirms like the maggots that feed upon my rotting corpse which thou hast chosen to leave in the square as an example. Aye! A reminder eats away at thee. Am I over thy shoulder this moment as thou reads my words? Look to the square and see my void sockets stare into thee! I promise to be watching thy every move and cursing thy wretched life. Thou wilt twist uneasy in thy grand bed as in thy dreams thou sees my empty sockets burning holes in thy soul.

Ah, but this is not me–nay! Tis but a seed planted deep in thy mind to twist thee to form. My how it grows and eats at thee like a cancer. Tis thine own thoughts! Thine own creation. I only write of it, but thou wilt give it life. To this I promise. Thou wilt think of me as thou knots thy noose. Thou shalt scurry to find an object to stand upon and to hang thy rope upon, Dost thou think that thou shalt have thy revenge on me now? Pray you now thou can find my guilt upon these words where innocence laid before thee in the prior. ~ Maggie ~ Penned 11/04/08 prior to 3:00 p.m. EST