Dead At Night Poem by KirsteN Watt

Dead At Night
Her beauty was without compare
Her golden locks of sun kissed hair
I did not wish to be betrayed
As cold as stone there she laid
The time was coming as the darkness fell
It was all done by the midnight bell
She loved me dearly as did most
I sent her up to my heavenly host
She joint the collection on that stormy night
I stabbed her down in one flash of light
She loved me dear with all her life
But I was waiting for my next loving wife
As she died I smiled a smile
Not one I had done for a while
With her blood splat upon my face
I had finally put her into place