It’s a terrible murder, a sorrowful tale,
The most horrible gloom it brings,
For after the moment, the sun ceased shining,
And the sparrow no longer sings

A yarn of a woman, whose beauty was true,
She was lovable and pure to the soul,
But such a dreadful thing happened, such an awful night!
The night her live had been stole!

As he tiptoed silently into her room,
The adrenaline rushed through his head,
The ax in his hands, glistening in the candle light,
And he finds that she’s already dead!

Her chest was bleeding, such thick red blood,
A dagger hacked her to death!
Her eyes wide open, such a worried dark stare,
For that night she breathed her very last breath.

A puddle of blood, surrounded her,
Her lovely white gown now stained.
Her spirit comes, and closes her eyes,
While outside it rained and rained.

Who would do such a horrific thing?!
Only the deceased, young woman knows,
But while we ponder and investigate,
They don’t realize that her cold blood still flows