Skedaddle
Skedaddle
Sneakily
incognito
Tip-toe
to her chamber door,
Whereupon
it was ajar,
Never ajar
was it before.
Cloak and dagger
I did intrude
Across her
chamber floor,
Thereupon
she was asleep,
Never asleep
was she before.
Bold as brass
I did inquire
If I could see
of her more,
Albeit
I was a murderer
Never a murderer
was I before.
Fearfully startled
witless rose
To find me
at the door,
Thereupon
I turned the key
Never a key
I had before.
Laid to rest
upon her breast
A dagger
she could not ignore,
There I plunged
it deep,
Never so deep
was it plunged before.
Bereft of breath
she laid there,
The wife,
the mother,
the whore,
Whereupon
I did skedaddle,
Never skedaddled
had I done before.
Sneakily
incognito
I fled
to a foreign shore
Thereupon
to live a life
Never a life
I had before.
Soldiers many
with manacles
Came a knocking
on my door,
To the gallows
where I hanged,
Never hanged
was I before.
In the fires
of damnation
Where my wife
there I saw
Whereupon
I loved her,
Never loved her
had I before.
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