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magicfrogdance — Gallow Hill
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Published: 2008-01-10 23:53:08 +0000 UTC; Views: 1016; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 4
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The gallows swing from their boughs.I hate to look upon them wherest vile vultures roost. A cold day,
Winter morning. I'll look into the
Harbor.
Perhaps I'll drown beneath the waves?
My reflection wavers and I see someone I dont
Know.
Another man. Another face.
So similar to my own. Who is this
New comer?
Does he bare bad omen?
What does this tell me? Am I not the man I once was?
Waters ripple, I see no more, only the reflection of the gallows
On yonder hill.
Oh how I hate their stare, their silent loathing judgement!
How I want to tear them free of their cruel
Fastenings! Ever are they from my reach.
Ever is she from my reach, by neck held far aloft.
Woe! Woe and fie upon my head for while she hang,
Mine eyes could only stare, nor my tongue stir
A curse or word!
My reflection mocks me. Face appears once more,
Now to grin sickly at my weakness.
I lash out in vain for water counts me fool and rushes
Through my fingers. Its splashes, laughter, another jeer,
Me, the jester of foolish wrath.
He, the enemy combatant of Gallow Hill.
He who looses all at the end of a swinging
Rope.
