The wolf's laugh eerie cracks the humid night air
The rabbit freezes the box in his lair
The owl hoots shrilly searching the dark
The moon white fangs through the trees tall and stark
Who would emerge on a night like this?
Who would loose his bonds and greet the air with a hiss?
The battered Christian bows his head in despair
The crown of sharp thorns revealed 'neath his hair
His scrawny body worn thin by the trial
Stands taut and painful on the pilgrim's last mile
A million fleshy things converge upon the spot
His eyes retort the atmosphere is hot
The wolf sniffs ivory fanged he bristles up his spine
The fox smiles knowingly but dares not step out of line
Through the twisting crashing silence, the broken Christian creeps
Each footstep like a thunderclap amongst the trunky deeps
No bird makes sound, no creature moves to break the gripping air
And the Christian, he raises his hands up to his mouth for a whisper he cannot dare
The Christian wakes trembling with sweat
The cell's dark walls stony and wet
Metallic echoes as the bolts are drawn back
The door swings inward dull light through the crack
The jailer looks indifferent to him
A routine morning martyr's d**h for him
A misty cold sad morning greets
The Christian's haggard grin
The rope is slung and the noose is tied
And the Christian's neck is thin
The block is raised, he stands erect
The rope beneath his chin
They pull the block and the Christian drops
He hangs above the sin