Something

I killed a man
when i was young
took his life
and hung him from
an alder
bough high above
shining lights
forgotten love.
Took my time
just nice and slow
let the blood
surely to flow
where it can
truly be seen.
Fear in his
unsettled eyes
prayers there
wishing, trying.
It was done
when that fire died
cold again
rested his eyes.