Le Gibet (The Gallows)
Ah! Could what I hear be the yelping of the cold night wind, or the hanged man giving forth a sigh
on the gallows fork.
Could it be some cricket singing, crouched in the moss and the sterile ivy that the forest wears out of
pity?
Could it be some fly on the hunt, blowing its horn around those ears deaf to the fanfare of tally-hos?
Could it be some beetle plucking, in its uneven flight a bloody hair from its bald skull?
Or could it be some spider embroidering a half yard of muslin as a tie for that strangled neck?
It is the bell tolling to the walls of a city under the horizon, and the carcass of a hanged man
reddened by the setting sun.
The piece is just so eerie. One of the most interesting parts is a repeated figure throughout the whole piece that sounds like a bell tolling, or maybe the hanged man swaying, if you want to look at it that way. Take a listen.
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