The city. The main square. Dark.
A moon in sky and its high spark.
The place was lonely, grey and solid,
Under feet land was very soiled.
No monuments, no place to see,
No things that on the square should be.
But terrible and awful gallows
Rejected there secret shadows.
When sun will rise and day will come
A man’d be choked and a gun
Will strike 3 times in his evil head,
By corpse’s meat birds will be fed.
A man’ll down under butcher’s axe,
There will be nobody to tell him “Thanks”.
Really nothing will be drawn on his face,
His head will fall with subtly grace.
A gallows
© Copyright: Арина-Сара, 2006
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