Hail maiden, as yonder villain raises his glass red with blood and stained
with wine,
your hands tainted for all of time,
The man who wronged you lies there on the gallows,
or so the world should seem,
your rapist dead, your husband free,
they’ll never know that your token lies inside the hanged man’s jacket,
and your husband’s hands are still red with your blood beneath those long
nails,
it was said you never knew the accused man.
Your lives had collided;
you stood on the gallows as he asked for mercy, to admit your love to the
world,
You said you never knew him
And as the rope pulled ever tighter, the platform looked to be growing every
higher,
you leaned over and whispered in his ear: “in a month I’ll never remember
you were even here.” And then your one time savior fell as you tiered of his
games.
You said you did not love him.
You lied.

 
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