Patrick O'Reilly
Between two trees
stood a sullen man
Counting on his words
When two Queens tilted at
him
With sharp and heavy swords
The first struck fast and struck him
hard
And left a growing wound,
Then the other struck him suddenly
And
the shock hit hard and soon.
And as they pulled their weapons from his
side
They wrenched the man in twain.
Oh, decision and love means only
death,
Only death and pain!
