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Grey… The clouds were dark grey, greedily hoarding the sun, keeping it at bay. Thunder moaned and bellowed, protesting to the lightning clashing and striking far in the distance. There was no wind to shake the branches that beckoned, nor the gentlest of breeze to touch the weeping leaves that fell like tears for the man.
He was escorted to the tree where dead bodies once swayed, but were later removed and abandoned somewhere or perhaps buried in shallow graves. He was escorted to the thick branch that twists and stretches high above his head where the rope hung. Three… they said there were three, innocent blood spilt by his hands, but what was truth and what were lies were muddled together, where no one knew which was which. Not even he could piece together what was true anymore or decipher what was a lie, everything was a jumble. All he could remember was the burning liquid down his throat and all he saw was red, dark red.
The rope coiled tightly around his neck…Blue… he remembers winter blue eyes gently gazing back at him with admiration …. kindness… love…They read his crime… how blues eyes shatter with tears… his punishment… two hearts break… but fall on deft ears… bleeding… one still bleeding… They pull… when he told his love to flee… And the man who they said murdered three stilled.
Navy… The sky was velvet blue, blanketing the earth, safe guarding secrets, keeping the twilight of dawn at bay. Lofty clouds softly roll by, kind winds shake the branches that beckon as the gentlest breeze touch dark red hair for the young woman.
She walked to the tree where her love faintly sways, but she is afraid of what will happen to him. She climbs the tree to the thick branch that twists and stretches high above, tying the rope side by side by his. Three… they said he murdered three, dirty blood spilt, but what was truth and what were lies were muddled together, where no one knew which was which. Trust turned into betrayal and love was torn apart, but she knew… that the monster was not him. Strange things did happen here… Winter blue eyes close… Remembering summer green eyes softly gazing back at her with adoration… trust … love … How strange would it be…. green eyes crack… If we … two hearts breaking… met at… bleeding… one still bleeding… midnight… when he told his love to flee… up in the Hanging Tree…Tenderly did she kiss her hand pressing it to cold lips… the rope coiled around her neck… a leap of faith… The gentlest breeze touching, swaying, allowing the hands to lightly touch… and the bleeding stops.