The Shadow

A noose hang high in the trees,
That shadow, it sits and waits.
Its head gets caught from the breeze,
I guess you its fate.

A shadow hangs without mourning,
Through't the night it went unknown.
Until the morning,
As it goes unshown.

A shadow hangs in oblivion,
It burns up a horrible scream.
Giving off an odor of odium,
As the odor, like a cloud, begins to resemble a guillotine.

A shadow hangs in oblivion,
Entangled in its defeat.
The shadow was he,
He came back and killed the new lover's three.