Hangman's Gallows

Hangman's Gallows
By: Adam M. Snow

The hangman cometh,
to the gallows oaken,
the reapers awaken,
to mend the broken.
The mourners mourn,
a soul that was scorn.

Your judgment comes,
now's the end,
like a dying friend,
laying you at rest,
in a hollowed coffin,
as they dance and jest.

The mark of noose,
around your neck,
if weakness may excuse.
They dance and dance,
they jest and jest,
your blood drips to the deck.

To the blood of dawn,
to the black of dusk,
all tears are gone,
and all who brusque.
All's unspoken,
you're forsaken.

The children screaming,
mothers stopped dreaming,
your body's hanging,
from a waning noose.
All you've done,
your life's abuse.

By dawn the reaper weary,
as time grew dark and eerie.
The hangman cometh,
to the gallows oaken,
with a gauntlet of raw,
for you, who's broken.

Reviews

[Corrupthoughts]

Erie, I think part of what makes it that way is the talk of dancing and joking. It's a strange comparison but adds greatly to this atmosphere. I am reminded of someone being hung who greatly deserved to be; a pedophile or murder, perhaps? At points I would suggest finding some betters words instead of repeating things like blood and noose. Because 'noose' is also in the title you don't want to over use it.

Still, I really enjoyed this piece. The careful repetition of the last and first line was well played as it is not exact, but it lets the reader feel familiar but end on a final note, full circle like.