You have
committed the ultimate crime
Now you must pay
the price
The judge has
lowered his gavel
Awaiting the
black day, it's off to jail and a holding cell
I am the Hangman
Climb the stairs
with me
Mine is the last
face that you will see
As I look into
eyes filled with tears
I cover heads
with a death shroud
So your loud plea
I cannot hear
I slip the noose
around your neck and make it tight
Pull the pin,
drop the hatch, and say goodnight
You were here,
and now you're knot
Coins were placed
upon your eyes
Payment for the
tiller-man
As he sets sail
across the river of death with your immortal soul
Never to return.
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ReplyDeleteQuite dark, yet intriguing. Can't wait to hear what inspired this. Hope to see you guys Saturday the 7th at PB.
ReplyDeleteAlbert Pierpoint a hangman in England between 1922-1955.
DeleteReally hate to say it but to be honest that poem is sort of, mediocre.
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