Disclaimer: Alas, as I've stated before...I do not own The Patriot, or Cornwallis...though he is a ancestor of mine...so in a way, I kind of do own him. Not that I want to...but yes...and, of course, I do not, but really wish I did, own Colonel Tavington. If I did, you sure as bloody hell would find me sitting here, now would you?! ;)

Ode to Cornwallis from Colonel Tavington

Death and dishonour
Like so much in life
Comes with a price

Death and dishonour
Perhaps we seek what is not ours
But what do we really want?

I gave my life
So that death could not steal my honour
I gave up this existance
This world
So it seems
Yes, it seems

My name is a memory
And stacked against me
All the things I have done
Did
Will never do again
My name is a memory

For death and honour
Glory
Respect
You never gave me
But yet
Yet I craved it from you
And you
What did you achieve from this?

Nothing.

I died for you
I lied for you
I gave up all that I held precious
So that you
You would come out the victor in this crime
Called War

And what did you get from it, dear Sir?
What price did you pay?
From where I am now
I will tell you
You did not pay as dearly as I
You did give up everything
As I
And do not think yourself honoured
As I
Do not cover yourself in glory
As I

You have done nothing to deserve any of it

Your name is a distant, fading memory

Dead and dishonoured

But my name

Honoured and glorified

In tears
In love
In hatred

But my name

Lives on.