Enough for two! 'twas enough I ween
To settle the hash of four,
For the barque o'er-flowed with the crushing load—
They sank to rise no more.
And ever his fiendish lust for blood—
His thirst for vengeance grows;
In sport he threw a crumb or two
To the hawks and carrion crows;
And as they helpless, fluttering lay,
His eldrich laughter rings;