Hangman'S Moon

The gallows rise like a crooked spine
Timbers black against the sky
The noose sways slow, a serpent's hiss
Wind bites sharp, no warmth to miss

Dust settles soft, no voices call
The desert keeps its secrets all
A single crow on the deadwood waits
Knows the hour, knows their fates

Hangman's moon, pale and wide
Witness to the ones who've died
Rope creaks, boots kick, silence soon
Beneath the hangman's moon

Under the moon, the figures march
Bound by chains that time won't parch
Their whispers rise, a mournful tune
Guided only by the hangman's moon

Hangman's moon, pale and wide
Witness to the ones who've died
Rope creaks, boots kick, silence soon
Beneath the hangman's moon

No prayers, no tears, just the sound of breath
Counting seconds to the edge of death
The earth will hold what the rope lets go
And bury it deep where no one knows

Hangman's moon, pale and wide
Witness to the ones who've died
Rope creaks, boots kick, silence soon
Beneath the hangman's moon

Hangman's moon, pale and wide
Witness to the ones who've died
Rope creaks, boots kick, silence soon
Beneath the hangman's moon

The gallows fade as the night grows thin
A heavy toll for a life of sin
But the moon remains, a watchful tune
Forever the hangman's moon