<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342844" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Llewellen Powell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Villain, when the word is spoken,<br>And your chains at last are broken<br>When the gibbet's chilling shade<br>Ceases darkly to enfold you,<br>And the angel who enrolled you<br>As a master of the trade<br>Of assassination sadly<br>Blots the record he has made,<br>And your name and title paints<br>In the calendar of saints;<br>When the devils, dancing madly<br>In the midmost Hell, are very<br>Multitudinously merry<br>Then beware, beware, beware!<br>Nemesis is everywhere!<br>You shall hear her at your back,<br>And, your hunted visage turning,<br>Fancy that her eyes are burning<br>Like a tiger's on your track!<br>You shall hear her in the breeze<br>Whispering to summer trees.<br>You shall hear her calling, calling<br>To your spirit through the storm<br>When the giant billows form<br>And the splintered lightning, falling<br>Down the heights of Heaven, appalling,<br>Splendors all the tossing seas!<br>On your bed at night reclining,<br>Stars into your chamber shining<br>As they roll around the Pole,<br>None their purposes divining,<br>Shall appear to search your soul,<br>And to gild the mark of Cain<br>That burns into your tortured brain!<br>And the dead man's eyes shall ever<br>Meet your own wherever you,<br>Desperate, shall turn you to,<br>And you shall escape them never!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By your heritage of guilt;<br>By the blood that you have spilt;<br>By the Law that you have broken;<br>By the terrible red token<br>That you bear upon your brow;<br>By the awful sentence spoken<br>And irrevocable vow<br>Which consigns you to a living<br>Death and to the unforgiving<br>Furies who avenge your crime<br>Through the periods of time;<br>By that dread eternal doom<br>Hinted in your future's gloom,<br>As the flames infernal tell<br>Of their power and perfection<br>In their wavering reflection<br>On the battlements of Hell;<br>By the mercy you denied,<br>I condemn your guilty soul<br>In your body to abide,<br>Like a serpent in a hole!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342844" data-title="Llewellen Powell de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="Villain, when the word is spoken, And your chains at last are broken When the gibbet's chilling shade Ceases darkly to enfold you, And the angel who enrolled you As a master of the trade Of assassination sadly Blots the record he has made, And you..."></div> </div> </div>

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