The Midnight Hanging Of A Runaway Serf - Forest

The tangled wood

It wasn’t good

It wasn’t good

The shadowy priest was there

and the serfs in their coloured hoods

A tawny owl with a haunting stare

The ghost of the wood

The declaration of intent

The declaration of the money spent

This summers night was warm and bright

warm and bright

But then the prisoner there

so alone, so cold, so white

and as the flags unfolded

the jury came in sight

The people all cheered as the judge began

The hangman was waiting and the priest was at hand

and then the clouds came down and covered the moon

saw the child proceeding in a twighlight state of gloom

They marched him to his fate

All his protests were too late

then the priest said «Should we wait?»

The tangled wood

it wasn’t good

it wasn’t good

The shadowy priest looked up

with the serfs in their coloured hoods

to the tawny owl with the haunting stare

the ghost of the wood