Poison Spring
Revenge served hot
Father a villain
Mother a whore
Child of misery
Imprisoned no more
Tainted blood
Tarnished line
Worthless chur
Of poisoned vine
All this and more
Twas said of me
I but await my time
Then all shall see
I wanted to do good
Wished only to help
They spat in my face
Cursed me a whelp
Fealty suborned
Loyalty dashed
Now march on castle
A kingdom bashed
Across charred trampled corpses
Eyeballs burnt from sockets
I march to the castle
To adorn rulers locket
Now tis I in judgment chair
Above those who cursed me
My judgment on their heads
Their lives my rightful fee
Ex-lords bemoan cruel fate
Undeserved my reprisal
I spit in their gruel
As executioner at trial
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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