Wringing his hands
The clergy walks
Below the planks
Where stands a man
Condemned to die
For wicked things
Above the boards
A gentle creak
Betrays the soles
Of hooded men
With tools to make
The scene unfold
A Traitor’s death
Pronounced upon
The blinded face
A tired man
Condemned to die
For wicked things
The innocent
In silent rows
Before the stage
A verdict wrote
In faded ink
Upon a page
Within the cord
A last reward
His wages paid
A tired man
Condemned to die
For wicked things
From underneath
The ebony
His sunless cloak
The eyes are closed
But still they see
The charges made
Without a word
Or further stay
The floor gives way
For a tired man
A wicked man
Or so they say
what a beauty..loved it
Thank you so much! I am honored
Good one Vampire.
Thank you, Arjun
Wonderful piece, I love it.
Thank you, jadedheart 🙂
Wow! Very nice indeed. Another excellent one. It makes me think 🙂
Thank you Lydia 🙂
From death comes such beauty…Amazing write I love this 🙂
Thank you very much! I appreciate you stopping by and sharing your thoughts
I don’t know how you do it, but the words you write just come to life.
Great one!
xx
Thank you! I appreciate the encouragement, Deb
VW – the meter in this is so perfect for the topic – it’s like a heart beat – the heart beat of this “tired man” facing death. So powerful. You have a gift with words and lines that flow so naturally!
Thank you Betty. It probably sounds as tired as I was 🙂
“Or so they say”….that is exactly one reason why I think capital punishment is not only horrific but wrong on all levels.
Your poem is brilliant Vampire Weather!
I appreciate your insight. It is a dangerous business–judging someone’s innocence
I love the word flow, the rhythm, and the visual. Another awesome poem, VW!
Thank you kindly, Lauren 🙂
Wow! That is amazing so evocative I felt I was there cold and damp early morning with fear guilt and regret in The air. Brilliant xx
I’m glad you felt it! Thank you, Willow
I love this piece so much it has a incomparable way of style very brilliant….
Thank you so much. I appreciate the kind words!
The word perfection springs to mind.
Thank you, Ben. That is an undeserved compliment indeed. My work probably contains more than the average amount of flaws 🙂
Well with this one you did good. 🙂
Very good of you to say so, sir 🙂
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Thank you, and a Merry Christmas to you as well!
such power, to feel time slowly tick as death aproches, and only praying we made the right judgement. wonderfuly poem!
Aren’t we all waiting in some sense? Thank you 🙂