THE AVENGER
Claude Peter Dhuet
What manner of evil is this,
That within a perpetrator's heart,
abides,
A strong desire to consummate,
A Crime,
Of magnitude so profound,
That e'en the Gods of darkest deviltry,
Refuse,
To cast their lot upon,
This plot,
Of so heinous a design?
Let him therefore who would seek revenge,
Come forth,
Hope that within his breast
resides,
Stored there for countless heart beats
The courage,
That would bring forth
The strength,
To conquer him whose soul didst hold
This deed,
Unequaled in the mind of men.
Let him take arms, and gird himself with
Armor fine,
Mount himself upon a steed
So strong,
And follow thence a course,
That leads him straight into the
Very midst,
Of such heinous deviltry.
And when his deed is complete,
Perchance,
And that which contains his soul is still intact,
Hopeful thereof,
Let him Return at once,
And claim his just reward.
By Claude Peter Dhuet
Copyright 1986
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