The hangman’s noose
Gray and cold from one so bold
With thirteen knots hanging upon the same spot
Twisting and blowing in the wind
For one mans treasure was the others sin
With rotting flesh out on the limb
Finding their way after looking at him
Cultures apart with different laws
Finding understanding as the rope falls
To late for the corpse, a man with no name
Jealousy ruled the night, and hung him that day
With kisses on the cheek and a plot of ground
The lovers were lost when they cut him down
The rage of one for skin so sweet left the other cold
Rotting and beat, just dangling meat
Their time was swift and will be no more
The reason stands on the other side of that coffin door
Planting his memory with nine inch nails
His crops in the ground and her body in hell
A night of passion lead to this just from the ecstasy
Of a lovers kiss with tears so cold and a tightened fist
She ran off and slit the other mans wrist
Now there is two in the ground
hell had no fury like a women Bound
With love lost, and jealousy, the three will be no more
As she stands alone, lost in silent rage..
By Scott baker
