Here is a story of the Whistler, yet untold,

The man, who claims his revenge for his lost.

The lover, who had kindness in his eyes,

today bloody right hand, he is taking his enemy’s lives.

He has no name, but he is only three hours old,

his life died in the burning ashes with his precious love.

He curses stars in bitter grief and woe,

that made his wrath so strong and him so wrong.

He sacrifices his life so devil shows him how to feel,

knows what means to be kneel.

The devil that presided over his birth said:

“Little Whistler, reborn of hate and sadness,

go take your revenge, without forgiveness in the end!”

He knows, that he needs a deeper purpose,

one righteous and bold.

The only thing that could hurt him,

is a memory of his lost.

The Whistler, there he goes,

where his revenge sends him, no one knows.

He stayed within the shadows of day,

killing the culprits by his hand.

Guilty or not guilty, their lives were ended here,

cold lips in cramps on the dirty street were forever sealed.

Their secret of sin, no one never revealed,

only him knows their last fear.

Even though he was empty in kind,

so much clever, for the law to find.

The past was still his torture,

the hatred completely burnt his hope.

When he finally ended his revenge,

he is ready to die, be killed by the rope.

In the end he happily hangs in bloody oath,

waiting for devil, who claims his soul.

The devil comes and takes him to hell,

now with his sins he is sitting there.

He writes poems about wife sending to heaven,

laughing on himself, that he became a new devil.

His punishment is hard, I would say,

cause he can´t see his wife never again.

This was a tragedy about the pity man,

who sacrifices everything for revenge!

Please, remember his desperate mistakes,

everything in our life takes big stakes.