He emerged from the shadows
of the gallows that day
a most vengeful spirit
as the crowd walked away,
For he’d spotted a man
who would not catch his eye,
While he stood there,
noose bound,
unready to die.
You see, he’d been convicted
of the rape and the slaughter,
Of that cherished girl, Lydia,
the dear Parsons daughter,
But he’d simply been in
the wrong place by her side….
as he held her in his arms
and she bled out and died.
Chorus-
In his last words he shouted,
“I’m an innocent man,”
she was dying when I got there,
but you’d best understand,
sure as God is my witness,
I am gonna return,
with a blazing fire in my soul
worse then any rope burns,
to find the man who has left me
to die for his crime,
with no mercy, I will haunt him
till the end of all time.
Only one guilty party
had scuttled away,
As his neck it
cleanly snapped
and his body still swayed,
From his boots still
trying to kick out
and find solid ground,
Only one wicked witness
was no where around.
But the beauty of death
is the knowledge it brings
You can visit the past
to find understanding,
he went back
to those moments
when Lydia fell prey.
To a maggot who abused
and took her life away.
On the very next day
he spooked a man’s horse,
Who was out roping a calf
in some rodeo sports,
And that bronco
threw him sky high
and the crowd heard him wail,
as he landed on a fence post,
his buttocks impaled,
then that rope he was slinging
at the calf it took a trek,
while the noose it landed squarely
around his frail neck,
and they all heard his neck snap
as the horse it ran way,
and a truly innocent man
found his pardon that day.
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III Productions-–©-2020
