Hangman

One night while drinking whisky,
My nemesis did charge me,
Making accusations,
Of grand theft and larceny,
Then in my drunken stupor,
I drew forth my rapier,
I run it through his belly,
Sending him to meet his maker.

I went down to the harbor,
To board a ship to nowhere,
To sail across the ocean,
Never to return here,
But there stood sergeant Morris,
Backed up by his police,
I found myself surrounded,
With no time to make my peace.

I stood before my jury,
And a judge who didn't like me,
And Mr. Prosecutor, well,
He called for the death penalty,
And the preacher offered prayer,
As I'm led off by my jailer,
To reflect upon my heinous crime,
Performed through drunken liquor.

As I stand before my gallows,
I hang my head in sorrow,
Remorseful in my heartache,
And fearful of tomorrow,
And the last words that I whisper,
An epitaph to murder,
I am guilty as convicted,
Send me to eternal slumber.

Now the moral of my story,
Is written down in history,
Of a hundred-thousand killers,
Who met the hangman's destiny.
As fate defies defiance,
It's futile in your defense,
While the truth is stacked against you,
You will have to face the hangman.