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The moon shined
off his head,
I could see through the leaves.
It was dim,
But lit all the same.
Not deaf nor blind
I saw all which was said
as I looked down from my tree.
She screamed at him
as towards her he came.

Shouting his hate,
dictating his lies
he accused her of many things.
Then raised his hand
and let it drop free.
The hour was late
when she closed her eyes
to prepare for the end he brings.
The branch bent again
as he hung her next to me.