On gallows' hill, where shadows play,
I stand, a wretch, in final sway,
The noose awaits, a fatal hold,
My life, a thread, about to unfold.

Oh, hangman, spare me, I implore,
This day of doom, I beg for more,
A reprieve, a stay, a moment's peace,
To make amends, to find release.

My crimes, I know, have earned this fate,
Yet still I cling to life's frail state,
The memories of love, of joy, of light,
Haunt me, and fill my final...