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T’will be his death of this he's sure But for this sin there is no cure All John did was to stand on guard Now his family name forever marred. As a child trained in the Protestant faith Too late he had now seen his wraith Converted to Catholicism and fervent too Knowing never more to see morning dew He trembled, weak and so close to death Afraid now to take his known last breath His bowels loose his spirit lost Forehead bowed, fingers crossed. He could almost feel the horse and rope But knowing he now had no hope Confessed he did as Guido Fawkes These step were to be the last he walks His genitals cut and then to be roasted Bowels and heart, next to be toasted ‘John’ then ‘Guido’ now known as Guy Did not want this way to die Through accident or was it his plan He climbed the ladder with his hangman Did he jump or was it a mistake As he fell and his own neck did break The legacy for this man Guy An effigy to be strung up high Set on fire every November fifth With explosive fireworks lit forthwith No child he left to bear his name But Guy Fawkes still hangs onto fame To blow King James of Scotland high For this act of treason thirteen did die © GG 3/12/2013 Contest Entry: Happy Holiday Wraith …own ghost.

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From John Johnson To Guy Fawkes

T’will be his death of this he's sure But for this sin there is no cure All John did was to stand on guard Now his family name forever marred. As a child trained in the Protestant faith Too late he had now seen his wraith Converted to Catholicism and fervent too Knowing never more to see morning dew He trembled, weak and so close to death Afraid now to take his known last breath His bowels loose his spirit lost Forehead bowed, fingers crossed. He could almost feel the horse and rope But knowing he now had no hope Confessed he did as Guido Fawkes These step were to be the last he walks His genitals cut and then to be roasted Bowels and heart, next to be toasted ‘John’ then ‘Guido’ now known as Guy Did not want this way to die Through accident or was it his plan He climbed the ladder with his hangman Did he jump or was it a mistake As he fell and his own neck did break The legacy for this man Guy An effigy to be strung up high Set on fire every November fifth With explosive fireworks lit forthwith No child he left to bear his name But Guy Fawkes still hangs onto fame To blow King James of Scotland high For this act of treason thirteen did die © GG 3/12/2013 Contest Entry: Happy Holiday Wraith …own ghost.