(16+)

Come sit down my child
whilst I tell you a little story,
about the son who was a wicked boy
and how he fell from glory.

It was upon a dark Sunday evening
betwixt the eleventh hour and the twelfth,
that our young boy
paid a fleeting visit to his sister, who was very ill of health.

Suffering, and weak with scabies,
pale skinned and lay bare on her bed,
thy demonic *******, was excited by her submission,
so laid her 'til she was dead.

And upon the following morning,
there was not a sound of his grieving
but that of his tired yawning,

as he put back on his clothes
wiped up the fingerprints
and carefully cleaned up her robes.

Because even he knew
that this secret little interest
was an illegal, sordid, act
of malicious ****** -

And so, seven long days after,
at the funeral he paid his dutiful respects
to the girl he'd fantasised about for countless years -

grinning sickly on the inside,
but still managing a few small tears.