The Hangman’s Noose
It stands proud and tall,
Never in sternness faltering,
A constant threat to all.
Ah, it never fails to kill,
Just one jerk about your neck,
And you will hang quite still!
With hooks three,
It will hold up more than one shamed convict,
Ironically displaying them shamelessly for all to see!
Tall, dark, handsome, yet treacherous to a fault
Hanging up the dead bodies like cloaks,
Sending souls up to heaven’s vault!
A junction T,
Where, if you’re not careful,
You’re bound to be, deservingly
Standing straight, its base covered with dust,
Dust from ashes of bodies that fly like sand,
To that end come we all must!
My pretty, it’s not a place for you to be,
So leave the vermin behind,
So much left in life for you to see…
Solitary, still,
With tales of men hanged….
Engraved on their tombstones with its bloody quill!!
The hangman’s noose.
Category: Poems
