Justice
Convicted witch
Who cursed the rich
Will strangle in
A rope-choked grin.
The gallows creaks!
Before two weeks
The duke she named
Collapses, lamed.
His crops decay,
His hair grows grey,
And two weeks more
His lips froth gore.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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