• She sat in the shadowy
    corner were the light
    Spilled a pound her head
    While her mother and father
    Laid there dead
    Not one more wish in the sky
    Could bring them bac to life
    she looked down at her hands
    Witch held the blood and knife of the man
    Who had a beautiful wife
    But always scarified
    For their young one
    The generous Daughter
    Who would do any thing for her lover's
    Even death ... to the ones that gave her the best