On a dirty street, in a western town back in time,
He is the hangman, stands always still as the shadows
Drift with time.
He is everywhere, face covered always in a mask of
Not a ruler but he holds the authority to life and death.
A noose hovers, it sways with the wind, waiting for those
You didn't just break the law, the ultimate crime
Lived in your mind.
A life you did take, murder will get you a date
With the hangman,
Many years ago when life was hard on the trail,
Guns an every day tool.
When a man chooses the wrong road, decisions of criminal
Deeds will do him in.
The hangman will watch as you climb the stairs,
Each step you will sweat,
A choice you have made, time to pay, the hangman
does have his day.
Beautiful- Karma 👏
Thanks for reading.
On Sat, Jan 30, 2021 at 9:40 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
My pleasure Keith