the depth of the shadows
increase by the hour
the darkness prevails
as it lingers around the gallows.
the neck is waiting
as the day becomes dim
and the noose is open
in the wind, swaying.
the head dangles
from the rope that cascades
and her hair whips through the sky
as the air tangles.
The night is persistent
and the light turns to and fro
and the body is limp
one down
one hundred to go
those in line
for the gallows.
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Death
HorrorI watch way too many crime shows. NCIS, Law and Order SVU, Criminal Minds, and Pretty Little Liars gave me this idea, which is totally different from my usually poetry.
