The Wanderer: A Collection of Poetry

Resolution

When I am brought down at the heel

for the transgressions that I've done,

all the sins that I've committed with unbridled abandon,

playing every card infecting the black deck of my mind -

every fool turned to a king in the naked passion of my prime,

I will turn and face the devil without fear and no repent,

without want of Heaven's mercy that Hell's fire should relent.

My eyes will cross the sinners, Abyss prey and spawn of Hell,

and I'll turn to face the Reaper and say "Fate has done me well".

Oh! How, in my dying years my mangled, contrite pleading fell

on Heaven's deafened, tired ears.

Yes, Fate has done me well.  

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