THE HANGMAN'S TREE
 

The rain forbids the ease of pain
Wounds bear, and life to be slain
A sleight of hand all that matters
To end the horrific needless batters

And of the thief held in contempt,
Nothing more but a simple tramp
The peers who see him now drifting
To a realm perhaps more uplifting

One says in grief for the soul twisted
"Let be the dreaded fiend,
And let him die as listed"

Voices are heard, objections hailed
"His fate's to be in here," said the jailed
"Not so, not so" cried the victim of crime
"We kill him now, there is no time"

His humble body hurled from the ground
A quiet prayer being the only sound
Rope stricken skin and neck laced
As the punishment takes session,
And the hanging is placed

On the branch of heaven and the dead
None is spared and justice is led
They have come together to be free
But vice-ridden men are set for the tree

~Inkubus~

(Based on Jaçques Callot's 1633 painting of the same title)

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