Poor Sir Dominick. Vane, venal Sir Dominick
What hope did you ever have?
Spent your money 'till every last guinea is gone
On drink and dice, on women and dogs
We know your story before you even start the telling
No bargain like yours ever did end well
Go to France, Sir Dominick
Take your guns and your horses
Take the first coin on offer and
Fight for Napoleon, fight for Wellington
Die on a battlefield as you were born to
With a sword in your hand and blood in your nostrils
It is a better end than any awaits you in Dunoran
Poor Sir Dominick. Proud, boastful Sir Dominick
He will come when your need is greatest
He will offer you that which you want most
Though the cost will be more than
Anyone could imagine
Poor Sir Dominick.
What hope did you ever have?
The trees stand tall here tonight
Their shadows hang thick around you
Listen
There is the sound of footsteps approaching.
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Sir Dominick's Bargain
PoetryThe heir to a fortune squanders his inheritance on wine and gambling. Destitute and alone, he makes a desperate bargain with a strange gentleman he meets one midnight. For seven years he will have all the riches he craves. But when seven years ar...
