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.
