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The Terrible Deeds of Capricorn
The days in, and they out.
The crows they shout to hear
the screams of peasants.
The fire devours all it encounters:
trees and homes, fields and flowers.
The forest is alight, the sky is bright
with the flames so red and orange.
The flames they scream with delight at the
players plight as tents are burned and ravaged.
And as all unfolds He looks on
with his cold expressionless eyes.
He feel no joy at his ploy,
no satisfaction comes of this destruction.
But his thugs they shout, day in, day out
as devastation takes the land.
They whoop with glee so carelessly
to see the burning of the trees.
Some days the arson is left behind.
No burning is smelt in the air.
But the smoke hangs high in the sky
no matter how the days go by.
They then slit throats and hang 'em high,
watch on, the gallows' dogs.
Some days a king comes to see the prisoners swing,
their motley trousers dangling.
At the hand of the Arson Lord
no woman or child is spared.
Many meet their bitter end in the
cold and lonely dungeons that are his land.
The old Magpie might sometime brew a jug
to see to an offenders end.
Capricorn he sends her off and
they share a cold laugh before she leaves in a huff.
When she sees the door of the offenders
store she ups and has a fit.
She cries a mite of aching bones
and the fool he lets her in.
Then for thanks she gives a drink
to the kind and merciful soul.
They then lay cold and lifeless,
foiled by an old maids pretended cold.
Other times a personal grudge
takes it's hold on him.
Capricorn, he never sleeps till his enemy is
swinging from a long dead tree or poisoned in his bed.
But still the minstrels carry on
of how he'll rue those days.
Yet never do they sleep a wink if his blood hounds
sit outside their door or send them up a drink.
And so it went till one mid-eve
a voice plucked him up and out.
Into another world he was thrown, a dog at his side.
Still torturing some poor devil was his most devout.
They landed , all three bewildered,
in some magicians realm.
The sorcerer he fought the two fire raisers off and
to the minstrel he offered a home.
But Capricorn ,the Devil himself ,took
up abode in a village much like his previous world.
And there he stayed, more dogs
everyday flocking to his door.
And he burned his mark onto the pages of our wide
world and never though to return to his own.
His devastation not far widespread,
but enough to wake the villagers' dead.
And so there he lived out the rest of his days,
terrifying all who stayed near a-ways.
Till one fateful night the magician, called Silvertounge,
came and put an end to the wicked man in a way far-flung.
His silvery velvet voice drew the color from the Fire Raisers'
cheeks and stopped his ink black heart, never again to beat.
The old Magpie, she cried poisoned tears
at the end of her beloved son.
But the villagers of his old home never saw such joyous
days as the day his terrible deeds were done.
