Twist My Words

Once Upon a Midnight Horror

A/N: As you can tell, this poem will be horror. If you're not into that kind of thing, I suggest you skip this poem.

Once upon a fairytale story

Where love was rare and blood not gory

Sat a raven girl, tall and pretty

All alone, the midnight dreary

As an axeman stood right behind the girl

She didn't have any final words

Down came the axe and her last scream

Of shock and unintelligable things

The man then left without a sound

Leaving the victim to fall to the ground

Her family was left alone to wonder

Screaming and sobbing; their cries like thunder

Though through all of their tears

The brother, who'd been her best friend for years

Swore to one day find the killer

To end the suffering of this horror bone-chiller

Criminals came and went

But to the crime,  none would admit

The detectives didn't realise they'd been played

By the very same man who swore to the raven girl's grave

Once upon a midnight horror

A raven girl had been slain by her very own brother

He'd been carted off to jail and to the electric chair

They thought he'd be better off there

But of course it was all lies

The brother, even after he died

Still haunted his dead sister's dreams

Nothing is as it seems