Metanoia

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I was sitting on the corner of a fountain, guitar in hand strumming away. This was my normal Saturday routine. I would come down here with my guitar and sing. It was a way for me to get money and a way for me to get away for a couple of hours. For some reason this morning felt different, as if someone was looking at me from a far.

Some people formed a small group around me whilst I sung, other walking past and dropping money into my opened guitar case. As I begin to sing the next song, a chill ran down my spine as the event of witnessing the shadow at the abandoned park last night. As I sang the words, the story played out in my head.

"Are you, are you, coming to the tree?
They strung up a man, they say who murdered three.
Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be.
If we met, at mid-night in the Hanging Tree."

Me running for miles, ran through my head, and stopping urgently as I saw a figure casted under a tree in the dark.

"Are you, are you, coming to the tree?
Where dead man called out, for his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be.
If we met, at mid-night in the Hanging tree."

The shadow letting out a plea for help. Shocking not only me, but also the crowd that has just appeared. As I step closer I notice the man has a rope around his neck.

"Are you, are you, coming to the tree?
Where I told you to run, so we would both be free.
Strange things did happen her, no stranger would it be.
If we met, at mid-night, in the Hanging Tree."

I am unable to move, speak or blink. My eyes are getting dry as I realise who the man is. As his body begins to swing so that his back is now facing me, I am able to see his marking. The marking which matches mine.

"Are you, are you, coming to the tree?
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with.
Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be.
If we met, at mid-night, in the Hanging Tree."

As his body begins to drain of life, I feel myself become weak. I fall to the ground grasping for air, as my soul mates body is ridded of his last breath. Then everything goes black.

I open my eyes, the sun shining brightly down upon me. I look up and notice that the crowed has grown. They begin to clap. All except for one. My eyes meet his and I shudder. The eyes from my dream. I look down quickly, breathing in and out heavily. I look back up and notice him gone.

The picture of his eyes is stuck in my head. Dark emerald green eyes, staring back into my hazel ones; staring into my soul. He looked as if we had shared a moment. As if he had experienced the same foretelling that I did.