The Rake's Daughter

A Poem by smear

She hasn't spoken in days.
No ones seen her out of the house...

I guess shes waiting...
For hum? I've no idea.

The mistress...has she seen anyone?
I don't believe she has...

Possibly.
I doubt it though.

Maybe she's sick...
Could she be died?

Not possible.
I hear her every night...

It could be the wind...

Don't think like that...
Not about the mistress...

She's a mistress alright...
The lords...

Don't speak like that about our king ether...

Our king?
He's been ruling over but the rats!

Ma`ma!
Please, keep your head!

She's not back...

Ma`ma...she was never gone...

Yes..yes she was...

Ma`ma...she's right in her bed...
Here, look for yourself.

That's only proof she's not here...