Murder! She cried,
And then came a stutter.
Mercy, said he,
A certain release.
A prayer just seen gone
It slipped through the shadow
With scarlet full cheek,
And hopes of the least.
Bring back! he uttered,
For few days were leaving,
Crow on the bridge
Tells of sulphur and stone.
Corner the weak ‘un’s, and
Give ‘em to slaughter:
Bring me the head
Of the father in charge.
Fill thee up, cup
With blood that flows over,
Dare not you look
What the curtain doth hide.
So, seek of the stars,
Of meagre conceptions:
And pledge to the King,
each ounce of your pride.