He hung there nailed to a block of wood
He smiled soft and said “I could
Have been so grand and free and tall
But now I hang and the ravens call
They want to eat my everything
A young man popped up next to him
From no where, coming on a whim
He sighed and said “I could set you free
But you would have to want be
Something less and yet something so
The hanging man looked at the fool
He leaned against his wood, looked so cool
And said, “ No I think this is fine with me
I suppose its sad but I just have to be
Dead so that those others shake and quake
The other man he smirked so sad
“ so spite is your reason? To bad
you did not die with a virgin goal
it does not matter much this whole
mess is something I just want to leave
“I suppose you wood, you chilly soul
you never had a hope to hold
while all your men run wild and free
keep them only a leash but stay
“Don’t tell me what to do my friend
it is my way to choose my end
you chose yours as you can see
so by your pleasure I’ll stay free
and just cuddle all this misery
The man he laughed and coughed up blood
“tarnish the though that would make sure mud
I like you kind though I can’t agree
With all the things that you seek to be
So I will leave you very much
The leaning man he smiled back
“if you want I can remove the tack
that keeps you shackled to your life
death will come sweet it’s very light
and you will start your lofty rise
“That would be nice I shall admit
this reality I do long to quit
I’ve done my time and see it all
Seen the paintings on the wall
Where the children scrawl with charcoal hands
I have seen the moon get covered up
By peasant martyrs and wisemen’s cups
I have sown the seeds of misery
I know I should be punished, see
So if you’d wouldn’t mind I shall hang
But then the hang man said, “Wait!
My dear old friend, one I should hate
Never mind what I said just stay
I seek you company for this day
Because soon enough I’ll rise and be
The younger man he shrugged and stood
“ that is fine, this is all good
it matters not to me just where I go
for the pittance of the world I would not flow
far from anywhere for I shall move
I am to myself all that I need
I take no orders but don’t you bleed
Seeking my assent for favors gleaned
I give them freely for I am not mean
Or stingy merely a man who acts
“And for that I do respect you yet
the sun is closing to its coming set
and it shall be so dark and I
will not be able to see naught but you eyes
as they hang yellow in the blackness so
the man did not respond at all
just stood nearby until the call
of the raven signaled what he knew
would came and the wind it blew
his hair and the body as he stood
alone
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