carnival of disgust

behind the veil of destiny

the path might turn in sudden twists of irony

night turns to day

dark turns to light

end to beginning on the other side of right

wielder of steel

tier of ropes

the hooded slayer without shame and without hope

sentenced to death but slipped away

to live the role of a hangman at display

come see the play of wicked irony

join the crowd of hunger

for the joy of the carnival of disgust

lonely he walks

outcast of shame

fearful and spat on yet respected for his name

marked by the blade to be known by sight

as a walking dead man for a crime pitch black as night