Submitted by dalcassian on 22 September, 2013 - 12:01
The shaddowed pack in skulking gloom
Are poised for brief affray,
And mark the peaceful, sleeping home
Like carrion beasts of prey . . .
No hint of mercy in their act
A sudden burst of flame,
The faggot flung from out the dark
From whence their courage came . . .
This is the bravery of their deed—
A father and his dead;
While cringing justice mocks its name
And bows its craven head . . .