Here Goes,

Stuck in a wind storm with the shepherd's crook for a necklace,
inside out, with rain pouring down, once upon a time I used to think this was the best.
stop, drop, and slide to break the gallows legs
as a collar for k9, rip through my head.
But last and finally of all, I slip through the mold;
I slipped the hook, and you lost your hold.
Fly away, accuser, let loose those broken hands;
suddenly, 3 miles away, you have no safe place to land.
The end.