Death Day

A villanelle

Call me when the bell tolls five;
I shed a tear as I stand on this scaffold.
(The hangman’s noose tight around my throat.)

The crow caws gentler than before,
The stream near the marsh is humming:
Ding Dong, the killer, is dead; may he rest in hell.

Regret is an emotion I know not of,
But surmise it would be the stench of death.
(The hangman’s noose tight around my throat.)

The rosy cheeks on your face
Torture the essence of my arrogant soul:
Ding Dong, the killer, is dead; may he rest in hell.

I shift my weight to break my fall;
As if it matters that I fight to live right now.
(The hangman’s noose tight around my throat.)

A merry-go-round of a life had I, 
Taking and never giving, not once. 
My final breath is owed to you, my love.
(The hangman’s noose tight around my throat.)