The Quaint Cottage

A lively hope

　

Off from the beaten path

Near a roaring sea

Stood a quaint cottage quite a mystery

Green moss lined its border

Lived a sophisticated woman who demanded order

Sweeping always cleaning

The soon she would discover

No one dared to pay her a visit but one reporter

He felt she was a mystery of sorts

Blinded by her hidden desire for cleanliness

She had confessed to him a story

Of two lovers who got lost on there prom night

Wandering far away to a barren road all alone

A figure appeared with an ax

Cutting the pair into tiny pieces

Left was the fragmentation as that of road kill

The police were summoned for a hunt

Yet the couldn't seem to find the killer

This sent shivers down the woman's spine a real thriller

So onto this very day the lady sits in her quaint cottage

All to her own left from the memories of a real killer