Angel of Mercy, Angel of Death

Guilty, I stand, facing you, with head bowed
Lend your soft hands, and raise me up the scaffold.
Let the black veil of your hair, flow down my head
Hide from me, if you can, the inevasible fate.
Loop you hands, 'round my neck like a noose
Itz up to you now, to hold me tight, or let me loose.

-- Addu

I wrote this for a girl.
She later told me that her hair was brown not black.
Oh ! I must observe things better.