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