Deathly Harpischord

Deathly Harpischord

To the uncanny dreadful gallows,

My shuffling gait,

Chaotic civilization was breaking down,

This demon witchcraft cult following,

A golden harp making an ominous sound

“String him up, his time is done”,

The boss says

As I listen to my final melodic hum

And they may cut me down now

As my breath goes away

Or face the future wrath of

Me in the afterlife

And the cult’s ultimate doomsday

Five Word Challenge: October 2015

gallows, civilization, demon, cult, harp