08/10/2025
2025-10-07 - The Hangman
Beneath the moon’s unblinking stare,
A body sways in frozen air.
The woods stand still, they’ve seen before,
The quiet toll of one man’s war.
A crimson shroud kneels in the snow,
To secrets only dead men know.
No prayer is said, no mercy planned,
Just night, and rope, and The Hangman.
