Trial

June 6, 2017

Some in the town believed there was something askew
The girl was winsome and daring
A pretty girl with milk-white skin and ink-black eyes
Heart dripping with blood

Both of us were linguists
So tortured and malignant
Unknowing of right from wrong
Stupid riddle
Stupid judge

It was a vow
I failed to guarantee
None of them are happy to see us
I could scarcely bring myself
To see her






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