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