Hangman

Through the day's blistering heat
the man trod the ground bare feet
His destination known to all
soon to take the final fall
His head held high for all to see
who's face remembered, an example would be he
An endless journey it may have seemed
never a torture so bad in his dreams
Bound and baffled he slowly trod
soon to meet his maker: God
Infinite thought trample his mind
no where in his heart, repentance could he find
"Cigarette or quote for your tomb?"
"Never loved, never groom, lust sealed my tomb of doom."
These final words are all he said
sorrow he felt, soon to be dead.

The Hangman hung, the ceremony done
the guilty dangling there, silhouette by the setting sun