Rake-Hell, born of flame, a devil true;
evil thro' and thro'. Tis nay wise to utter
his name; for fear he lingers near,
to cut you from ear to ear.
'Twas the rake whom oversaw Tats fall from grace.
Tat was the runt amongst a triplet of
brothers begat by that of a travelling
rat and a poor, poor mother,
whom could nay afford to spare her tit for tat.
Hence Tat was abandoned as food for wolf
to which fate had other plans; hung to a tree,
bound by tatty lace, the rake did find the babe
alone and out of place.
Twas from natures very bosom
that Tat ragged babe was plucked
to mould as thy Rake willed it
a fiendish investment of murder most grand.
the ever faithful instrument
of his masters diabolical plans.
Hitherto this fated day the Rake taught
Tat of his nefarious craft. Forsooth,
'twas more the pity that Tat was taken
by one so profound in ways of carnage
abound. Flowers will wilt at the sight of
the weed the Rake hath now unleashed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem