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.