The Price

The Price


The day was cast in deep shadows,
The citizens were cast in steel.
A man was brought to gallows high,
For crimes of murder, no appeal.

The rope was tied, a hangman's noose,
A hood was placed upon his head.
At noon the hanging would take place,
Where he would swing till he be dead.

The town watched in awful silence,
Remembering the sweet Iriene.
They felt no mercy toward the man,
His crime was vicious, most obscene.

The killer stood with no remorse,
Upon the scaffold high above.
The floor dropped out, so there he hung,
To rot alone with no ones love.