Robert Louis Stevenson From the Other Side
Under the dank and stormy sky
I rise from my grave and fly.
Evil did I live and evil die,
And I cannot be still.
This be the curse you chant for me:
From Hell he has broken free;
To spread horror for eternity,
Eating flesh before the kill.
(If any of you don't recall Stevenson's poem Requiem, here it is:)
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea.
And the hunter from the hill.