Yet another version
Head thrown back
I stare at the stark
grey walls until

I almost
feel the fear of
those prisoners

dragged from dark
dungeons to be hanged
with rope, later sold,

while the tongue
swells purple and children
boo the villain.

Past the stones
I glimpse the stars and
hear revellers in the square.

Second version:

Head thrown back
I stare at the stark
grey walls until

I almost
feel the fear of
those prisoners

dragged from dark
dungeons to be hanged
with rope, later sold,

while the tongue
swells purple and children
boo the villain.

Past the stones
I glimpse the stars and
know that one day

I will understand


Original version:

Head thrown back
I stare at the stark
grey walls until

I almost
feel the fear of
those prisoners

dragged from dark
dungeons to be hanged
with knotted noose

while the tongue
swells purple and crowds
enjoy the show.

Past the stones
I glimpse the stars and
hope that one day

I will understand.