Hangman

Oh soldier of deviance, warrior of sin,
piercer of all that is good from within;
my fortune's been told and
the gallows await.
Will you stand between I and the entrance to his gate?
I beg you, drive a stake through the slack to my shackles;
stop my journey to that platform where the crowd jeers and heckles.
As unpleasant an experience as this will be for me,
you are being judged also,
by forces you don't see.

Oh dear minion, sycophant,
purveyor of dark deeds;
my pleading is a chance for you
with which each step recedes.
For I am but a messenger; bait, for portrayal
of your morality,
depicted by your own species’ betrayal.
Swing your axe, tie your noose,
but revel not in its glory,
as each fatal act
consolidates Karma’s story
and when judgement's upon you,
I add to your fate;
thus it be these pleas bestowed you
that were your ways to escape.

Oh underling, subservient, obsequious reaper;
that you derive pleasure from your obsidian sordidity
makes deeper,
the kismet you have earned,
for this life or your next;
an equilibrium even basic civilisations reflect.

Oh decider, dear knight,
ender of all perceived conscious;

as I stand at your mercy,
tangible 'comes your own thus.
Pay heed you should my words,
as repenting is feeble,
for the church has no power to rid you of your evils.

Mock me condemned man,
but as my demise meets it's peek,
note my demeanour from my head
to my feet.
It's pity I express,
but through malevolence I smile;
though the rope's around my neck,
I shan't be a while.
Why no horror in my face, sir, when my future is black?
Well, dear hangman, you shall see
when, for you, I come back.

Depictions in Rhyme, by James Francis Jamesfrancis.nl

Hangman

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Depictions in Rhyme, by James Francis Jamesfrancis.nl