Tyburn Tree

Sunken bloody holes appeared

As your feet as you held my nose

To sway at your weight was all I could do

The dizzy world of promised


Death had been my prize

Killing your dreams of a family

I held yours by the throat

Till they twitched a tune I held so dear


Now you bring the reaper

to laugh at me with sharpened blade

I beat you with the death of but one child

Now go away and leave me to rot


My friends will prepare a stench for me to grovel in

Should I grace their hell with a visit

My eyes now gone and life source extinguished

I shall not tarry on this rope limbed tree.