The Gallows
The gallows stand tall
Booming into the white sky
Wooden steps stand before me
Stairway to my death
My penance for being a man of faith
Belief in our father
Where is he in my time of need?
Give me strength
The noose swaying in the wind
Myself soon to replace
My robe falls to the floor
Exposing my skin to sunlight
Naked I stand in front of the bellowing crowd
Demanding more death
Forgive these people I whisper
The smell of woven old rope flares my nostrils
My crime is spoken aloud
Close my eyes as darkness soon to arrive
Contest name: LATE OCTOBER STANDARD CONTEST
Sponsor: Brain Strand
Date: 24/10/17
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