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It narrates a story based in a god forsaken village. |
Once upon a time, when poems didn't rhyme a girl slayed her aunt left the dagger for grant Until they found it and her along with the aunt's bloody coat fur "I possibly couldn't have done it!" she howled for all her credit But who would listen? Behind the rods, her red eyes glistened locked here in this iron cage in the making was a plan, the next stage When on a stormy night they announced another death with might Folks were perturbed even scared a let lose killer was the news they shared The girl bleated hysterically "You saw a death after jailing me" the fatherly officer paid heed to this but the protests weren't to miss Days passed, nights shinier her eyes, lusty with greed became redder but to them she was a bad-luck, hapless a beauty trapped in jailed mess After three weeks exact a beheaded child with body intact the mother wailed and cursed the killer the town irked, frightened with terror Yet among all the chaos, fret and panic crying had become her new tactic with swollen eyes and trembling lips she pleaded till filthy sick Officer couldn't bear this child in distress with such beauty and flowing tress he opened the bars with help in mind and out she ran, ran like wild People soon forgot and ignored for the number of killings soared a serial killer was on the lose this was the only evening muse Till the day because of construction work especially the officer, but to everyone's irk a manually dug tunnel was found where ten years ago a young beauty was bound. |