The scent rose up like bonfire smoke,
And increased with each powerful ****,
Now here we are together as one
It is time that our story had begun.
Years ago, on a night such as this,
An epic tale began with true love’s kiss.
The impact created quite the stir;
Enough to make the tragedy occur,
And while it seems that all is lost
History is not yet embossed.

It started on a hill, you see,
With flowers here, and honey bees,
The one so precious, her charm did glow,
She made every wish with a loving blow.
As he lay there, lost in her gaze,
The dandelion fluff created a haze.
It wasn’t until the bombs went off;
The blood poured and the lungs coughed.
The gruesome sight was one for sore eyes,
But the couple held tight despite all the cries.

No one was sure of the events to come
They waited in fear for the reliant war drum.
As the deep booms bellowed throughout the valley,
People scurried, dodging down every alley.
The woman, so worried, called out in fright,
And the man, yes he tried with all of his might,
But the soldiers they took her ******* and gagged,
All the while she heard them as they pompously bragged.
A shot to the heart, and he was to blame,
Yet the heartbroken widow felt much shame.

His corpse lay so still and cold,
She cries every night, growing so old,
As much time that’s gone by to this day,
She’s plotted and determined, these men, they must pay.
Under cover of darkness, with knives sharpened just so,
She tied them to their beds, so there was nowhere to go.
Drowning out the screams, humming the song of two lovers,
She grabs her sweet knife and pulled back the covers.
And with multiple stabs you know what she got?
Sweet, sweet revenge for her lover’s deadly shot.