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.”
Copyright © Willow Tree | Year Posted 2018
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