once there was a worker,
bold and sweet.
he worked like it's never over,
just to give his family something to eat.
he had a son,
as intelligent as einstein,
a daughter,
as beautiful as snow white.
and a wife,
that he kisses every time.
one day he worked,
and at night he went home,
he bought some hot stew,
for his family,
and himself too.
he was a hundred steps away;
the fog was thick,
the mist was cold,
and it was dark.
then all of a sudden he heard a creak,
he took his shortsword,
and looked back.
even with intense faith,
the devil prevailed and told his fate.
a shadow from afar went near,
and with a weapon,
he had the worker killed.
nights and days have passed,
the worker was still unfound.
nobody knew,
nobody even found a clue.
his son,
was weeping and sad,
he remembered how he was bad,
how he didn't appreciate his father.
and later he learned,
that despite everything,
his father was the best.
his daughter,
crying and sad,
she just remembered,
how she was ashamed of her dad.
and then she learned,
that the real beauty,
was the thing she never had.
his wife,
was crying and depressed.
she can't say a word,
for she knows that the killer,
was the man she had an affair with.