HANGMAN


 On a dirty street, in a western town back 
 In time, the gallows,

 He is the hangman, stands always still as the 
 Shadows drift with time.

 He is everywhere, face covered always in a mask 
 Of darkness,

 Not a ruler  but he holds the authority to life 
 And death.

 A noose hovers, it sways with the wind, waiting 
 For those who sin,

 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.
                  Keith Garrett