The Noose.

Empty gallows lifeless hunt
Reaping bounty sought from misery
Harshest wind blows ice grey sky
Silence broken but momentary
Footsteps heard like distant choir
Ascending volume through the gale
As noose swings, smugly, nonchantly,
Knowingly, without heart or pause,
For all that it represents
The time is here right now,
As noose is lowered to soft neck
Itchy on it's victims flesh,
The last feeling the last sensation,
The floor drops, the noose bites,
Holds tight, tighter, tighter,
Then stops, It's killing done
Silent unforgiving, soulless, yet still smug,
It's grip released by a single knife's cut.
Not so smug, buried with it's prey
Again the gallows lifeless hunt begins,
A smug, ruthless rope swings once more..