Eight Beautiful Angels

I'm thinking of you as I hold onto the memories That takes me back to the winter blue, There you've been a stranger, a chocolate lady From the other side of the sun I never knew. Tho' I gathered things were quite harsh For you in your impoverished life, You thus couldn't have known having many children Would cause you great pain and strife. Yet you birthed eight beautiful delights Which truly were your pride and joy, As a poet I tell your story, tragic, as it has turned out to be With tears of sorrow for your eldest boy! Before the demon attack, before life turned rotten It was nothing but happy smiles all around, Forsooth, for truth and wisdom your life remained The exuberant voice of those to you bound. Then on a darkly night the pleading devil Got into your head and poisoned your heart, Wherefrom you were crazily tormented Until you exploded in fits of rage and fell apart! Heretofore your children were a happy lot Who'd kindly thought the world of their proud mother, But on that darkly night something snapped Inside your normally lovely mind, we lost you altogether. Your mind so went into an ominous spin Whereby you murdered your little darlings, It was seven of your own and a niece That you stabbed in such horrid doings. What you were thinking I would never understand And you've made the world a poorer place, So eight beautiful angels are now gone to heaven Leaving the surviving brother's life in disgrace.