The Murderer
Listen and listen good,
for I will not retell.
There is a murderer in the village,
who came from the fiery depths of hell.
They say his eyes are piercing black
and his skin a shadowy grey.
And oh! the rumors that spread,
on that wet and miserable day.
Near the village, was an ocean.
And little did they know,
the murder happened right on the beach
whilst the tilde was low.
It was years later,
and the village was distraught
that the mayor's daughter's killer,
would not let himself be caught.
There was an evil chuckle
produced from the watery blue.
The killer swam away leaving this place,
and leaving the ocean as the only one who knew.
