Once in a while...

Unexpected and out of the blue, something happens that completely blows me away and this is one of those times.
I opened my inbox to find something very special waiting for me... a poem.
Written in response to The Death Chair Confessions. I know that the feedback has been very positive to this project so far and it's made a lot of people think but I never expected this... I really am at a loss for words so instead I'll post the words of another:

It’s just you and I in this eerie silence,
sick curiosity, slight resent.
Dare I move a little closer to you,
or sit staring with contempt.
Your posture strong yet arrogant,
and leather chains to bind.
A crown without the thorns you bare,
to place on a delirious mind.
What secrets do you hold within,
tales of evil, sorrow, regret.
Of many man who confessed their sin,
and in turn paid their debt.
How many prayed to heavens high,
forgiveness, pleas and song.
And how many prayed their innocence,
when the verdict served them wrong.
But I will not place myself upon your lap,
when you search for stories new.
For my closet bares no skeletons,
so neither friend nor foe are you.

-M.Hardy