Assassin Poem (some people thought she was a prostitute... I guess thats ok too..)
Must do it for the money
Her dear papa says
Must forget that you did
The second the sun floods to its fullest red
Macie McGray,
Seamstress of the day,
Never found in the hours of darkness,
They all say,
She lies in the church,
Young prudent girl,
Sweet ringlets of red,
Those silly people,
Never see what’s ahead,
The church has a promise,
Tightly bound, always they keep,
To Never tell a sin,
As long as the sinner watches you preach,
Sinner Macie McGray,
Seamstress of the day,
Has a fixation with stockings,
Even on the hottest of days,
Sinner Macie McGray,
Churchgoer of the night,
Never wears stockings,
Except when it’s light,
Macie,
Macie,
Where does your dagger go,
Oh don’t give me that quant face,
You know that I know,
Where do you hide it,
After the deed,
When the stockings come off,
And the job has been done,
Do you wash them at once?
Or just run.
But now things are different,
Or so she has said,
Her father has died,
And now she has fled,
On a journey,
A pilgrimage,
Restructure her existence,
Then open a dress shop,
Sew even at night,
But Macie McGray,
Sinner no longer of the night or day,
With a small smile of rejoice,
In her stockings there lies another choice,
One that was not spoken,
Quite in that way,
There lies a dagger,
For the sinner of today
-Jukeboxkt
