Sunday, August 2, 2020

Murder Most Foul with a nod to Bob

I have known a murderer
Sharp with hateful words
Has left me bleeding
Poisoned my friends
And left my dearest soul
With mortal wounds.

How foul this festering bile
This attack on long cherished
Friends we were
But now I linger near
Sadness.

You have not killed my love
Just used your dagger
A gaping bleeding wound
Only eternity will heal.