The Hangman's Rope

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Contently Deranged Travelers

Waiting for God !

I watch the seconds slowly tick

in this goal of discontent

the sands of time are soon to stop

times eternal tides are spent

when the clock tower strikes it’s hourly chime

they'll hang me for this heinous crime

for revenge is swift and sweet

when there's no ground

to rest your feet.


This hempen noose on which I swing

is taut as gallows groan

broken is my neck

as daybreak brings a brand new dawn

justice always wins

I swing for all my sins

and time does finally stop

when from the hangman's rope

I drop………



Mr. Watson

January 2016


Submitted: January 21, 2016

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A dark and haunting scene which is so vividly told in these poetic verses. The countdown of the clock as the punishment edges ever nearer to the hanged is described eerily realistically. Excellent work Mister Watson as I feel transported to the Victorian era, thankfully only a brief stop! Thanks for sharing your work :)

Thu, January 21st, 2016 9:15pm


I'm pleased you liked it Zany. It can't have been a nice feeling waiting for the next hour to chime !

Fri, January 22nd, 2016 12:37pm

Jeff Bezaire

Niiice! This has such a great mood to it, I love it! Dark without being graphic. There's still a small amount of cheer found in the words. That second stanza in particular is wonderful.
Fantastic poem, sir!

Thu, January 21st, 2016 9:38pm


The final musings of a hanged man Jeff. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Fri, January 22nd, 2016 12:40pm

B Douglas Slack

Suitably grim, Sir! An economy of words to describe what is about to take place. Well done.


Thu, January 21st, 2016 10:17pm


You could have said " well executed " . Thanks for reading Tom, I always appreciate your comments.

Fri, January 22nd, 2016 12:42pm

Mrs Cowell

I actually visualised that as I read it. Excellent.

Thu, January 21st, 2016 10:34pm


If it paints a picture in the mind. That's what my poetry's about. Thanks for commenting Mrs.C.

Fri, January 22nd, 2016 12:52pm

Chris Green

This is an excellent verse full well chosen words and oozing with menace, Mr Watson. Nice work.

Fri, January 22nd, 2016 1:23pm


It's amazing what goes through your mind in that final hour Chris. especially when you're hanging around ! Thanks for looking in I appreciate the comment.

Fri, January 22nd, 2016 1:01pm


The gallows can be seen in so many lights here, and the drop from the noose is like breaking away from your sins. By swinging from the rope and experiencing death in a close encounter, everything becomes pure and more vivid and you can realize the mistakes you've made in life.
Excellent, as usual. :D

Sun, January 24th, 2016 3:45am


Thanks for reading Hanorbi. Paying the price for your mistakes in life, can cost you your own ! He certainly won't live to regret, but he might die regretting !

Tue, January 26th, 2016 11:53am

Chris Cross

Well done Mr Watson! It's not very often that you can read the testimony of a dead man

Wed, January 27th, 2016 4:00pm


That's the spirit in me ! Thanks for reading and commenting Chris. : )

Wed, January 27th, 2016 10:33am

Jason Crager

A chilling tale that left me tugging at the collar of my shirt. Truly one of my favorites from you, Mr. Watson. Great piece of poetry!

Sun, January 31st, 2016 9:47pm


As long as the collar's not made of hemp Ronin. I'm pleased you you liked it, thanks for commenting.

Mon, February 1st, 2016 10:40am

Natasha Monique

Oh that was perfect. I was totally there, seeing it happen like spectators did back in the day. Very well written!

Fri, March 4th, 2016 5:19pm


I'm pleased it created an image. thanks for reading and commenting. : )

Sun, March 6th, 2016 4:34am


Whoa, I can almost feel that noose around my neck. Great description, great poem.

Thu, June 16th, 2016 7:13pm


I do the odd horror one for Robert Kasch. Strange, I always get more reads in this genre.
Thanks for looking in hull'y.

Mon, July 11th, 2016 1:04pm

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