I moved towards the wooden platform were the distressing slaughterer would walk upon and eradicate the moderate man, their was a group of people weeping about the disastrous future England would be put upon if this man would die albeit a minority of the spectators were booing and jeering which was directed at the king. The heavens opened for the man who would join God in eternal paradise just when the king moved along the stage towards the razor-sharp silver guillotine with executioner holding the dignified king by his wrists as though the superior king was a innocent child, the guy horrific man who was to commit the worst sin ever was a stunted and boney figure was a dark hood covering his appalling smile. The king was laid under the guillotine and just when Oliver Cromwell asked the King to state his last words, a deafening bolt hit the floor with huge impact and rain trickled upon every parliamentarian, it soaked the sinners but left the loyal royalists dry, this was a message from God that this was wrong but despite this clear gesture Cromwell carried on with this presentation and repeated the words that he muttered before the lightening struck. He request the noble king for his last thoughts furthermore the majestic King replied with these glorious words; “ You may take my life but never my people’s freedom and I will rise and punish all of you who hunted me.”
And the guillotine struck the stunning neck of the king; the head plummeted to the floor with a thud and rolled across the floor with trial of blood spattered upon its path. Everyone including the sinful parliamentarians gave off a shocking cry because England’s savior was murdered.
Parliamentarian View
This was going to be the genuine day the English Civil War comes to a halt, the provocative king would be slain and England would finally have peace after the reign of terror from the dictator Charles I, even though he may have royal blood going through his veins he sure didn’t act like a king.
The stage looked dark and shady and when the evil and provoking king came through in chains trying to escape while crying like a baby and pleading with the great man Oliver Cromwell it started to rain with the only rays of light shining at Oliver Cromwell, at that moment I didn’t feel worthy of just talking about him. Oliver Cromwell rose tall and shouted, “ to all those people’s lives you have torn apart may God deal with you in his great heavens”. On that moment the Guillotine (Cromwell pleaded with the jurors to give him a quick on an painless death) fell and cut the kings hideous head, when the king’s head and body fell, the clouds cleared up, the rain stopped and the sun rose with the most appealing shine.
England would be united in peace and many prosperous years were to follow.
