Tale of the Hangman.

I used to work but now I don’t. Vote for hanging, I bet you won’t. We can’t let killers get away.

After all, they will kill next day.

They should die the people say, as upon the bed they lay. They will never understand, how hard it is to make a stand.

Hanging people must be easy, not at all if you are queasy. To look the person in the eye, knowing that they are about to die.

To place the rope around their neck, as they look down towards the deck.

They stand upon the trap door proper, soon they will become a cropper.

I pulled the lever and down they would go, the neck would snap their eyes would roll.

Their body would swing from side to side, the rope would creak which I can’t abide.

Then I’d have to cut them down, they only paid me half a crown. I am the hangman of this tale, I live my life my face quite pale. I cannot sleep because I dream. Will I ever be redeemed?