A military man of honour and pride,
Frank Castle brave in constitution,
But changed the moment his family died,
Witnessing a brutal mob execution.
Castle died and the Punisher was born,
Dressed as black as the darkness within,
A skull on his chest, where his heart was torn,
Weapons in tow, let the war begin.
Whatever the crime, there is no relief,
Killer or crook, they’re all no-good,
His passion for punishment beggars belief,
Fighting inside the ‘circle of blood.’
Whether criminals lurk in shadows or light,
The Punisher is there to bid them goodnight.
By Paul Webster
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