Hangman - Fictional

The moon shines through the clouds

See the black bird on a tree

His voice is loud, and clear

I think he is laughing at me

I am writing a last letter

While I wait for my end

And I am still wondering

How did I come into this land

They even can say I’m a witch

I never even touched this stuff

They always ask me to confess

Now I see i’m not so tough

I’m afraid of the torture

So I sit in agony

Dont know what I should do

I would confess to get free

You will hang on the big black tree

Said the hangman right to me

At the crossing of the two dark ways

So you better enjoy your last days