Poem -

A Tale Untold

If a happy ending is what you’re after, it’s none exciting here;
For even the happiest of ending, have indeed, an ending near.

Here is where I’ll start the tale
Of two lovers found in hell.

Oh, how cold the night must’ve been,
Torn the bodies limb from limb.

It could not have been the Nanny,
For she too, lay headless at the scene.

Surely, you’re not thinking it was me?
For the truth is why I live,
And to tell a lie
Would be my death, you see?

That’d leave only Billy, 
But Billy’s just a kid. 

So if you’re looking who’s to blame,
I suggest you look again.