he is but ruin crumbled to dust,
the death of his honour,
to ashes burnt trust,
a sinner beyond redemption,
repentance; thirty pieces too late,
a conquest of temptation,
words echoing hollow in their wake.
Let sin not turn to cowardice,
let courage not desert,
forgiveness undeserved be unasked,
resurrected, honour, to bear his cross,
to goad, to remind forevermore,
around his neck hung his Albatross.
In action his damnation,
In action deliverance be found.