Chronicle of a Death Foretold

"Twenty Seven days you have to live"
Said the damned doctor no one gave hell
His words chafed my brain , boiled my blood
Twenty seven days ere the reaper cast his spell....

This mad mission of Rapine Slaughter
Shall I undertake with utmost pleasure,
For hardly anything to lose I have,
But great joy can I attain from this effort.

Twenty seven days I have to live,
Said the blackguard who visited tonight
At first my heart drank the depths of abyss,
But now , I am afloat, my heart is so light!

For all my life I have hardly lived,
Hardly Killed and hardly slaughtered,
Aye, now I shall, for days twenty seven,
A live man in a world dead and battered!

I have devised the grandest of schemes,
Great kegs of powder have I bought,
And next Sunday, when the parliament meets,
I shall blow to the sky the whole bloody lot!

Blood and gore shall rule that day,
But blood shall spill for a cause most pious,
For free the world shall I of these,
Satans guards of characters dubious!

So a happy death I have ensured for me,
Though than a month I have days three less,
Indeed , what a great joy it was to be told,
O! Shall I live ere death, the lord be blest!