Oblong gallows

The hangmans rope shadows
Criss cross in the despotic

Wooden frame of the lurching
Crawling platform

Its floor is tarnished with the
Blood bedeviled raw spots of
Human spoilage

The oblong tilt of the gallows
Frame creaks and moans

The shriek of its wood and coffin
Wood nails, belch out ,

A morbid pitch, that shatters the silence of comfort

As the dangling rope shadows
Fly into the gloom and dance

The old weary woe strickened
Structure will bend in angles
Of death