Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 My Role in History

To the theatre, took by him,

I did not know that place and time

I would be used for purpose grim.

That dawned on me the moment I'm

Pulled from his pocket and then aimed

To do the very heinous deed,

And that would be forever famed.

Of course I had no way to plead

For him not to do such an act.

He dropped me in his getaway

From the nightmare that became fact.

In a museum, I'm on display.

My bullet fired into his head,

Booth shot President Lincoln dead.