Castle
A Story About Marvel Comic's 'The Punisher' Inspired by the Netflix Series
The solider hunting for his reason
He finds shade through the blaze but no freedom
Love's betrayal was not by his hand
Company with which he no longer stands
On the front, the rain calls him home
At home his feelings spell war
Bound to pain through the sin of his friend
"A sin you won't live to repent"
This face is not the man that he knew
Revenge is all he lives to pursue
No trials, no pleas
His horror greets you on your knees
You dare test the will of a father
A dead man alive to seal your fate
He'll see to your end in the fire
No one escapes; punishment awaits those who lie
Can't pretend, his actions aren't just
When corruption invaded his home
Stricken down, the heart's of his children
Made black the shade of his own
Armed or free, matters not to him
His will shall still spill your blood
Run and hide, a waste of your time
Evasion can't hold back the flood
You preach that you acted by the hand of duty, while serving the will of a tyrant
Well I am the thread you forgot to cut, last mistake I allow you to make
You dare test the will of a father
A dead man alive to seal your fate
He'll see to your end in the fire
No one escapes, punishment awaits those who lie
About the Creator
Darren McGuigan
An Irish musician, filmmaker, screenwriter, song writer and art lover. I love movies and music like nothing else and have dedicated myself to create my own art. Favorite writers include J.K Rowling, Christopher Nolan, Quentin Tarantino,
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