One black day,
In the gelid rain,
The clouds begin to crackle,
The gallows lie silent,
Save for one unholy sound,
Haha!
His laugh,
A chortle unending,
The one convicted,
In fits of hysterical amusement,
Despite the grim circumstance,
Bwahaha!
A skeletal man,
A sick man,
His crimes too ghastly to mention,
But perhaps irrelevant,
Exorcising such an affront was its own excuse,
Hehe!
His giggling emanated,
Containing such madness,
As to insult nature herself,
A vile cackle,
Even as the mans throat bled,
Gahaha!
He never stopped,
Even as the drop commenced,
And the horrific snap,
He kept laughing,
A limp body howling in joy,
Ha!
Many years later,
Upon a stroll through the graves,
Something gave me the chills,
I could still hear him laughing,
Even beneath the corrupted earth,
He’d never stopped.
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