A murmuring crowd,

Excitement dwells,

Another hanging?

To the gallows?

Must get there early,

Only thing exciting bout living in this town.

A pleasant, pleading face,

Waiting for the noose to be draw,

The chair kicked out,

Oxygen to be gone.

Several cords braided together,

Like her hair,

The same straw color,

Depressing how it'll match,

An unwanted accessory.

The executioner's face,

Hidden behind a veil of death,

A frightening sight.

The ax to cut the rope,

Once noose has gone tight,

Reflecting sunlight,

The last a gallower will see.

The mayor who reads the rights,

The broken laws,

The ones he doesn't fallow,

The pleasant voice,

Full of hatred for them,

The person that ruined his day.

The last breath,

Nervous, timid,

Closes eyes,

Steps forward,

No foot needed,

The ax holds still,

The noose went tight.