Prisoner

The experience never felt real but was filled with ethereal heaven like feeling.
Strong hands, long fingers held the gospel while the mind forced the eyes to travel over the black words bearing silver message by god.
The man, as he sat alive, prayed as the idea of death was something he hadn't come to terms with.
Tryst with the hangman at first light of the morrow where, on one side would be a win of justice, on the outside it would send a breeze of consolation the grieving relatives of the victim.
Lovely would be that end which brings happiness along; in this case it would be true as the prisoner had no complains.