When I went in the attic of my house, I found a decapitated head.
It was a terrifying fright and it was terrible that this man was dead.
I found that man's head just one day after I bought my estate.
It was bad enough to murder but it was monstrous to decapitate.
When that poor man's son saw his father's head, it crushed his spirit.
I tried to comfort him with words but he was in too much pain to hear it.
The rest of that man's body hasn't been found.
His family is miserable because he's no longer around.
It broke my heart to see his family in such distress.
They're lost without him, their lives are a mess.
I'll never forget the looks on the faces of his wife and son.
When the murderer is found, I hope he gets the death penalty for what he has done.
(This is a fictional poem.)