The gallows

[nataneu]

Tonight, tonight is my last night
Of clinging handcuffs, candle-light.
Of rat-filled cell, of chains and screaming,
Of damp and cold, of church bells ringing.

I will be forced to pay tomorrow
At sunrise. Pay with the only thing
I have - my soul and life.
Pay for the action which had left
My cold knife bloody, and put into a coffin
A once warm body.

I will not fall asleep. I know
Too well what is awaiting in my
Hopeless dreams. I do not want to see
The way I die tomorrow.
Not tonight.

Why do I feel a tear running down
My cheek? I have no relatives,
No loved ones I could grieve for.
As for my own self...my heart knew well
This day would come.

'Tis not time yet, but I already feel
The stinging rope around my neck.
It tightens slowly, wanting me
To suffer 'till I die.

I look outside the square window,
Through the bars. I squint my eyes...
Ah, there they are! The gallows.
What cruel man created such devise!
A man possessed by devil, be my answer.

I see the first rays of the sun
Behind the gallows. An unexpected terror
Paralyzes me. I say a silent prayer
God objects to hear, and wait.
For the guard to come for me.