There was once a man who
Had fallen in love with a woman.
Even though she had beauty,
Romance wasn't her style.
One day the woman
Murdered the poor man.
Awakened from death, he saw
Next to him, a scythe.
Tightening his grip, he walked
Into town all bloodied.
Carrying the scythe
Down the streets, to the house,
Engraving marks into the roads
As he drags it, plotting
The death of his beloved. As
He walks into the house and into the bedroom to where she was asleep. A tear falls as a shriek was sounded...
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