WHAT DO YOU SEE?

He looked into his black hood,
He looked into his eyes
He looked into his soul.
He looked hard,
He looked deep.
Is this a demon that he sees,
Hidden behind the executioner's hard,
Or an angel?

He feels his icy stare,
He feels his deadly blade,
He feels his swift swing.
It feels clean,
It feels painless.
Is this death that he feels,
Carried upon the executioner's blade,
Or freedom?