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Bah! The sound of quelled cries Tempered timbers tales and ties. Malevolence, mischievous Mine heart; mine lives. Serendipitous meetings With resounding sighs, of life. Quaff strange brews In still stranger sties. Careful wispers around still stranger allies. Lashings! oh, still the burnt Back bleeds red. I heard from one and his tale As an old head had no recourse To lead mine heart unto dread. Under fence and over wood, Through jagged metal teeth, Across yon' wall, through yon' mall. Providence with waving arm there stood. But with every syllable and poetic Jaunt he did reveal clear enough. Did I see a mere killer on the tower A demon in the rough. Was I to truckle this life long dead? The thought of purgatory Weighed heavy my old head. Remembrances of home, of wife, and bed. So grabbed I my worldly worth, My soul should I fall short, My hilt I furnished from a dinner spoon And my kills I gave to the Lord. I ran in night , scratched and did I get bit. I slammed through jungle and dark of night. Dark eyes seemed to always be peering, But many days were the rest of my flight.