Ballad of Darling

“Darling, My Darling, How are you sweet one? It’s cold outside and gone is the sun. I’ve heard the news that your father has died, I can only imagine the tears you’ve cried” “Darling, Yes Darling, I loved my father truly, Even if he was said to be a bit unruly. Someone was dim, For they have killed him.” “Darling, My Darling, Why did they kill him? Why did someone act on a whim? I cannot believe one could do such a thing, To the dad of the girl which I offer my ring.” “Darling, No Darling, I cannot accept. For there’s a sudden feeling that’s crept. My father had wanted it this way too, I believe the man who murdered him was you.” “Darling, My Darling, How could you say such words? I’ve prepared the wedding and bought the birds. I have gone out all day looking for flowers, It must’ve taken at least fifteen hours.” “Darling, My Darling, it took fifteen hours, To find the weapon; It was one of ours. The knife that I gave to you was stained with blood, You stabbed him and he had fallen with a thud.”