Treasure Island

Samuel Flockhart

(26.06.1990)

Hail Master


Beneath darkened skies the daylight is dying
In the wide waste there is still a tree
And a man from the branches is hanging
Thirty silver pieces he was given for Thee

Submitted: Sunday, September 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Now i know what its like to be betrayed by a kiss.

Comments about this poem (Hail Master by Samuel Flockhart )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..
[Hata Bildir]