Poem -
Murder Mystery
Under the sandy soil I lie
Not on hallowed ground
Not in God’s grace did I die
The snapping ropes last sound
I have no memory what I did
No faces come to visit me
Just the closing of a coffin lid
No longer light to let me see
Now and then a man I see
With knife in hand dripping blood
Such a monster should never be
He has not one strand of good
On the floor a lady lies
Red stains around her heart
The devil in the murderer’s eyes
His killing done his mourning starts
I see him standing on the gallows
Only death can set him free
Soon to be in ghostly hallows
I see his face it is me
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Comments
jude super every word super ,super  well doneÂ
Jude,
Wonderful poem and story of mystery....A slumbered sleep of a dream to lay too, just to have to wake up to, a sheer night mare of reality, thus being the face, of the murder mystery.....
Job well done,
Jim