The Avenging of the Innocent

I’ll send you a blanket
Fold it nice and pretty
I’ll slip in a note:
“Someone cares, little one.”

I’ll imagine your face
All ashen and bloody
I’ll whisper to the night:
“Some day Justice will be done.”

I’ll face your assassin
And sit at his trial
I’ll write down a verdict:
“Guilty as charged.”

I’ll tie the noose ‘round his neck
Pull it nice and tight
I’ll hiss in his ear:
“That’s for killing a child.”

I’ll burn in hell’s fires
Dancing in delight
I’ll carve on my skin:
“Justice is served.”

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