The Law Man's Noose

Oh the law man's noose has come down low,

It wrapped 'round my neck with a fateful blow.

The cold black water ran over me cold,

The cold black water that chilled my bones.

Death himself comes down with the noose in his hand,

Stealing away my troubled soul from this land. 

I feel the urge to run but he compels me to stay, 

To accept my fate and finally be slain.

The bright lights flash before my eyes as the rope chokes my breath, 

I try to cling to the good things in life, the last things I have left. 

But I can't hold on so I just close my eyes and let go, 

As the law man steals away my soul. 

Reviews

[Tim]

I like the old west touch to this. there's a haunting feel to the last lines in each stanza. The first lines of the second and third stanzas could be shortened to make it smoother. You really did this well.

[Morag]

Thank you for your input, I had actually looked over this poem recently wondering how I could make it run smoother considering I wrote it nearly six years ago when I was still new to writing and only put on paper what was coming straight from my heart without having much thought as to the fluidity of it, so I sincerely appreciate your feedback.

[Tim]

You're welcome.