THE KILLER

Murder most foul!

There's a little maiden weeping
On the hill above the town,
A fair-haired maiden weeping,
At her lover's dangerous frown.

There's a moonlit angel sleeping
With an alabaster face,
Pale like death, and sleeping
In that shadowed evil place.

There's a heart so slowly leaping
As the frost eats through her bones,
A weary heart, and leaping
On the cold, cold hillside stones.

There's a guardian angel keeping
It's watch like angels should,
A Guardian angel keeping
An eye from where he stood.

There's an early bird a-cheeping
On the hill above the town,
A feathered creature, cheeping,
With an avian knowing frown.

 The killer's hands were steeping
In the fair maiden's precious blood,
Clasped together, steeping,
Near where the angel stood.

There's an angel standing, weeping
At the things he might have done,
With furled old wings and weeping
Like an angel on the run.

And he stood there, barely peeping
At her blood and where it flowed,
A coward, barely peeping,
While the old moon dimly glowed.

There's a sunrise blood-red, weeping.
At the way she had to die,
At the killer's hands, and weeping
Like shafts of sunlight cry.

There's a pastor, grey and heaping
Cold sods upon her grave,
A withered pastor, heaping:
The godly and the brave...

Reviews

[Gee]

Love rhyming verse, really enjoyed this. Great cadence and a good tale told

[Peter Rogerson]

I appreciate all comments, especially good ones!!!

[Gee]

I shouldn't think you get anything but young fella

[Peter Rogerson]

I love the use of the word "young" ... and I do from time to time.

[Gee]

Surprised at that, but if honest and helpful, not written through spite or envy then I don't suppose that is to bad.

[Peter Rogerson]

Agreed. I don't think there's much spite in the small group who read my stuff.

[Gee]

Sometimes difficult to get reviews on here, saying that I'm rubbish at reviewing myself, can't understand a lot of the more serious stuff.

[Peter Rogerson]

I've noticed that. You either get a whole host and think you've hit the jackpot, followed by a long, bleak silence.

[Gee]

Yep, the crowd chanting my name and singing my praises won't be deafening me any time soon

[Peter Rogerson]

I must say I like your work, though. I understand it.

[Gee]

Thank you, it is as I am, simple and uncomplicated. I like to describe it as childlike because of its simplicity. Not to everyone's taste but, hey ho, I enjoy scribbling it.

[Peter Rogerson]

That's the whole point as far as I can see.

[Gee]

Me too......been good chatting, off out with the family. Take care