They call me "Stretch",
it makes me laugh,
for I am known
as Death's Giraffe.
I tie and check
my rope each day,
so it won't snap
when death jigs play.
It matters not what sex you are,
what class,
what race,
what guiding star.
You'll dance
your final dance real soon,
beneath the fickle crescent moon.
I feel no bitterness towards man,
no disappointment in God's plan.
I am my work,
that's who I am.
I'm Deaths Giraffe,
the Hanging Man.