A single tree stands alone. Desolate and withered.

A single man swings alone. His death not reconsidered.

The screaming, crying, pleading eyes, did not move the mayor.

The laughing, mocking, condemning, body kicked over the chair.

Tried for murder, blamed for false his body now hangs limp.

Tried to escape, he thrashed around, while his hope seemed to crimp.

She watches him with tear filled eyes. A mere victim ghost.

He watches him with joy filled eyes. The deed he loved most.

The girl was raped, and killed, tortured nonetheless.

The villain framed, and got away, death to the sinless.

Clothed in white, the lovers stand together. The ghosts of past accused, and mangled.

Clothed in rags, the sinner stands in fire. The ghost of past crimes, committed on an angel.

Above the tree, rest blissful souls. Bathed in, white light without shadows.

Below the tree, consumed in flames. Justice is served, but not by gallows.