About To Hang..


Before his captors bound in chains
he cursed all with rage
His heart was aching not from pains
rather from lost liberties of a past age

Bound to a stout and massive old tree
lost, dispirited and without future hope
Choosing defiant curses rather than broken plea
awaiting the crowd and hanging rope

No tears , for he was not afraid
of hell's intensely inviting gaze
Life spent , short future therein laid
all memory now a distant haze

Asked are you afraid of what awaits
he spat upon the ground
I'll see you all at hell's first gate
where anguished screams make no sound........--TYR- 04--01 --2014