675
Changeling
MrZombez
:: The gallows tree is straight and tall :: Save for every jutting limb... :: And from a spot across the road :: I watched the tortured legs of him :: Who dangled there... :: The hangman laughed, :: So merry was the sight withal :: The hangman's daughter, standing near, :: Was lovely as a waterfall; :: Her yellow hair streamed over her  :: Her symmetry was starkly limned... :: I loathed and loved her, and it seemed :: Her scarlet roses glowed and dimmed :: As my wild eyes upon her fed ::   :: Her glance was free and bold, I thought... :: Our tryst was secret, when the dark :: Had fallen, where the corpse hung taut :: In the red moon... :: The cursed babe :: Was hideous as Hell, and we :: Shrieked as we knew the twisted face :: Of him that decked the gallows tree.