Spot

Let me place an arm

Around your shoulder

A shame that you

Will grow no older

You broke the rules

Disgraced the code

So eye of newt

And tongue of toad

Stirred and mixed with

Madmen’s breath

To produce for you

The mark of death

Your trial was brief

There’s no appeal

Stand my friend

No need to kneel

I know that you

Will understand

When I press

Black Spot

On your hand