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Guised to the Gallows
Contributed by
Capian
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Sunday, 23rd August 2009 @ 07:30:29 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Morning breaks when crows call and the winds call back
High above the sun cuts slits through the overcast kingdom
This is no day for the sun no matter how brave it may be
This day is mine; I the executioner am the mystery to all
I rise alone and stand tall for I know there is nothing I lack
As time nears I mingle amongst the markets as a way to battle boredom
Walking the roads that nobles, farmers and wives walk along so free
Past families who know not that I myself guide the axes fall
I dont ask questions of guilt that is for the courts to decide
My existence is to carry the punishment upon my shoulder strong
I am a learned man who you will find in your temples of scholar
But upon this stage I am the man in the mask who shows no fear
It is easy to avoid judgement as I dance this masquerading ball to hide
It is easy to avoid conscience when it is you who commits no wrong
But it is hard to be the nameless inflictor of pain and never the consoler
It is hard to be the angel of death but still I am not worthy of a tear
I am a honourable man always thankful for my daily bread
I pay my taxes and give to the wanting and never judge bias in mind
I the Executioner, I the Clown, I the Thief the Villain and the Hero
Guised to the Gallows I go, as mysterious to those who observe, as to myself
As the clock strikes high I am directed that no one will be spared
Pulling on my cloak of invisibility and leaving my own mortality behind
Retracing the steps climbed so often till I reach the forsaken ground zero
With my gloves of leather and crafted axe removed from the top most shelf
Today is neither the day for blood not tomorrow, nor the next, to beyond
Who does decide that one mans life is worth more than his brothers
Behind my cloak I am prepared to make this decision and cast guilt aside
I, the executioner am no one and yet I am everyone as the worlds own Clown
The Villain, The Angel, The Executioner, The Man, all a disjointed bond
My power derived from the stage and fuelled by the sadness of mothers
Their grief and anger is focussed on this man in the mask while I cowardly hide
Only to offer comfort when I, the unmasked man pass them on my way to town.
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Capian
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Re: Guised to the Gallows
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by Capian on
Friday, 25th September 2009 @ 05:24:37 AM AEST
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Just thought I'd mention the rhyme structure is A,B, C, D, A, B, C, D it is my first poem with this rhyme setup, its very difficult to read and get a flow.
Hope you like my other stuff - let me know
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