Carnival  Of  Disgust  -  Falconer

Behind  the  veil  of  destiny  

The  path  might  turn  in  sudden  twists  of  irony.  

Night  turns  to  day,  dark  turns  to  light.  

End  to  the  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.