English
Once there was a woman,
Who held a deep and dark despair,
The house she lived in was wooden,
And black as the night was her hair.
A knocking at her door,
thump thump! thump thump!
A man stands there stranded,
A face she’d seen before.
“Please help me miss! I’m lost!”
Said the man with a face full of mud,
“The rain has got me tossed,
and the cold is freezing my blood.”
Blood, she thought,
What a grotesque source of food
But “Of Course!” She implied and brought
The man in to his doom.
The man sat down amongst,
The dense wooden house,
Look at all the rots, the stains,
And the picture of her and her spouse.
And as he looked in much closer,
The man, he looked familiar,
It was him, eyes glazed like a doll,
She came back from the kitchen,
With a drink that had a fog,
The man said “What is this witching?”
“This picture is quite odd”
And as the fog rolled in,
He Grew goosebumps on his skin,
As he remembered the time before,
“Take a sip, you’ll feel better”
Said the woman to the man,
With this liquid, you’ll remember,
As much as you think you can.
He took a sip and froze,
The liquid coursing through his veins,
He remembered a flock of crows,
Picking at his brains.
And as the fog rolled in the man,
looked dead in the eyes
As he was once told again,
That the old lady was his very wife.
He crashed to the floor in despair,
His eyes became so cold,
The fog started to surround him,
Trapping and stealing his soul.
“Help me Martha!” He screamed!
As he remembered her name
“Not this time, Michael,”
“ As my death is yours to blame”.
And as the fog rolled in.
And as the fog rolled in.
He remembered forgotten memories
As the fog rolled in.
