But their cursed mate met the fall of Fate
Where he stood, on the poop alone.
From the inky mass of that awful Hand
Did the thumb and finger bend,
And, as crawling ant from the leaf of plant,
They plucked him unto his end.
They plucked him aloft and they held him high,
Then, under the sea of gore,
To his torment dire of eternal fire
He vanished for evermore.