The Hangman

Step up, it’s time
Your name is called
Each step; one, two, three
Creaks under the weight
Of each footfall
A thud to the heart
Whispering to you,
It’s time, it’s time
The man is up
His face unseen
Rope swings, sweet song
Chains clank reminding
That you will soon be free
They chafe the skin
Liberty within screaming
It’s time, it’s time
Smell the breeze around
Life still goes on
Hear the crowd jeering
Delight and fear in one
Your name on lips once more
They say it’s time, it’s time
Stand and wait
Suspense so great
Weighs heavy on your heart
Whisper a prayer
Escapes your soul
Any second the bottom drops out
Little hinges swing
At last
It’s time, it’s time