Well, I'm new to submitting for these writer's challenges so I'm not entirely sure where to submit them...I did it here and i posted it in my gallery just to be on the safe side though...

Deep in the night air I pause to consider,

the fact that I may have reason to pause.

In my world prophecies are reviled,

to have made one is to break our laws.

I sit in the night and wonder what to do,

the wondering threatens me to tears.

What should I do? What can I do?

How shall I overcome my mortal fears?

For the law's answer to any who speak,

is a cold, unfeeling execution of death.

And yet I must for the greater good of all,

I must speak, I must, with my last breath.

Let death be my companion, I will speak;

Let my life end, if speaking be the ending of it.

They can come and commit their violence,

I will no longer sit here idle playing the hobbit.

I will accomplish what must be, damn the cost.

I will be silent no longer, nor chained.

They cannot control nor can they stop me.

I will speak, let the floor be blood-stained.

I do not possess the prophecy, no one can,

For the prophecy was given freely to share.

I do not possess my own life, no one can,

For life is given us freely, for any who dare.