Tales of a Poor Poge by Richard Palmer - HTML preview

THE UNFORGIVEN

Without honor is your code.
A tale of death told by already dead men.

Cruel of heart,
Thieves in the night,
Treacherous and proud,
Traitors to the word friend,
Cowards who torture helpless women

To show their noble courage
And who trample under their arrogant feet

All that is decent and good.

O sentinels of death,
Damnation is the only end
Of the evil fable you pursue,
For when Nature swings her eternal scythe

And demands even from you every man’s

Just and final due,
The maggots will vomit up your unholy flesh

As they devour you too.