Lightest of light, lighten my load
Soften this hardened heart so bold
Take hand my good I’ve led astray
Shine thine light to path, I pray
‘tis warmth may melt my cold untold
‘n thaw this frozen malice I hold
Now fire the flame that burns within!
Grant me thus renewed begin
Lightest of light, by darkest of sight
Expose these wrongs I’ve left to right
That I may R.I.P. this night
The Execution of Ann Hibbins
In the shadows
strung the gallows
head cocked askew.
Such a clatter, a splatter
of drooling lather–
Death’s flutter ensue;
Now eyes decry
by men untrue
The Grave Unknown
On an unknown grave
a stone marks the plot
‘tho no name engrave
Livened by spirits of howling winds,
the forest speaks,
Near I stand tho’ distant mind,
lost in thoughts of memory’s bind.
Grotesque shadows descend to earth,
stirring fright with mocking mirth.
No light of moon dare this night,
fearing solace of ghostly spite.
Fretful in my frightful still,
expecting what shall soon reveal . . .
Slowly letters mysteriously sketch
by unseen hand a name it etch
atop the stone that marks the plot
of this unknown laid to rot.
Alas! The name bares to eye,
‘tis no other,
no other but . . .