I lament on my beloveds grave,
My husband defarge, whom thee killed with a devils rage,
Under the La guillotine the same.
Let me tell you, from then I wrote thine gruesome ,ugly name.
Knitting; to be slain under the devils horde.
I grieved and wept in this way
Oh so monstrous you may say.
But thine kingdom wept with me surging your death.
The citizens mourned, while the fates untold promising thou threat.
I knitted your name to be slain,
When we were in an untold vain.
Thee were basking in the glow with thine mains.
Whilst, our fellow friends mourned in pain.
We beseeched thy death under the La guillotine's fame,
The one with which thou did ours with an unconcealed shame.
Now you shall be pale and low,
Left without an ounce of glow.
The earth shook with thee,
There was joy in the bolting thunder.
The mood for you was as gloomy as it could be.
Under the La guillotine you laid untame.
A gruesome ugly sight it was,
A head ripped apart from its body; sole.
How much terror did it cause,
With a crimson liquid pouring whole.
Monseigneur your heart wrenched away from it's body alone.
In the hands of a monster it pumped.
An apathetic soul it was, so corrupt so forlorn,
Couldn't let it beat and taint the world to its doom.
Thus, shattered it apart with my hands alone.
Licking the distress away; of my husband known.
Thy acquaintance shall not grieve but pray for a peaceful death;
For your's was indeed an extravagant one.
Grosteque; with a not so pitiful liquid indicating threat.
However, worry not dearie it would be blunt; provided with an anonymous leisure ,whenever required to unleash the leviathan.
We can't afford bread, apologies Madame and neither cake,it's alright your highness neither will it save your bait,
But we'll provide you; a similar fate under the la guillotine the same.
And we'll satiate our hungers with thine stake.
Brutal it might seem ,but, so were you with our fates.
The moon glows a painful lure,
The clouds shriek a sorrowful thunder.
Be anxious not maam; you'll have a mouthful of wonder
With shadows lurking of anguish and monster.
I feel a little of my anguish ebbing away,
Ready to be swayed.
I leap onto your tombs today; dancing in mirth all day.
For vengeance in itself is fun. The joy it brought, upon your terror is worth.
But my love didn't had to be played.
For a clench in my heart will forever live; to venge his death again and again.
Then I'll beat your soul forever more with pain.
Wishing you never invented la guillotine the same and let it cinder under the flame.
