House by the Gallows

My shell is filled with pain, 
 No safety in its hollow. 
 Outside I hear the rain, 
 Pattering on the gallows. 
 Spinning slow to the gray shroud, 
 I see the mist of misery. 
 Dread covers the crowd, 
 As they all stop and see. 
 The sight of her my truest friend, 
 Through the window, I see the gallows. 
Thy beauty carried through, the end, 
 Even now I am in wow. 
 A tear entrenches on my face, 
 She is gone, he says smiling wide. 
 Thy executioner, deadly trace, 
 The misery, I denied to hide. 
 The tears they roll, 
 In a house by the gallows.