A Skeleton Fell Out of the Hanging Tree

Once, a thief was hung from the hanging tree.

It wasn’t clean; he suffered long. There, they left him.

His corpse rotted. But still they left his body.

A storm raged through - after which, he was gone.

Some thought the storm washed him away - but not all.

Others claimed the local coven practiced dark teachings; they revived him.

‘Twas said he stole again, forever destined to collect tributes.

He sought the young and elderly; no longer so spry.

At least that was the story told to us children…

…Until the day the skeleton fell from the hanging tree.