Thursday, June 28, 2007

Serve chilled.

How did he die?
but she would not tell
she would not cry
"You can all go to hell!"

Though his wounds were surface
her sorrow was deep
"Today we serve our purpose
tomorrow we sleep."

Still she would not shed a tear
pulling her lover's corpse to her side
she put her lips to his lifeless ear
"I forgive you, i'm just sorry you lied."

Then the poison in her blood dissolved
so two lives that night abruptly ended
as for motives of murder still unresolved
the truth would come to light as she'd intended

A suicide note was found without hassle
tucked safely in the death grip of her hand;
"Every man wants to be king of his castle
and each woman the most beautiful in the land."

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