Oh, my, what tragedy has happened here?
Oh dear, such mess, such clutter all about.
No mystry here, the answer is quite clear.
For here he sleeps, with organs sticking out.
Young Billy saw it all. He screamed, he cried,
The lunatic then busted through the door
I backed off, scared. `You musnt try to hide!
Ill show you things youve never seen before!
With knife in hand, he ripped his shirt apart
With awesome skill, he opened up his chest
And stood so proud and tall to show his heart.
He looked at me and grinned. `Arnt I the best?
His eyes then closed. He fell and said, `Goodnight.
Oh, my, what tragedy has happened here?
Oh dear, such mess, such clutter all about.
No mystry here, the answer is quite clear.
For here he sleeps, with organs sticking out.
Young Billy saw it all. He screamed, he cried,
The lunatic then busted through the door
I backed off, scared. `You musnt try to hide!
Ill show you things youve never seen before!
With knife in hand, he ripped his shirt apart
With awesome skill, he opened up his chest
And stood so proud and tall to show his heart.
He looked at me and grinned. `Arnt I the best?
His eyes then closed. He fell and said, `Goodnight.
Why Does the Witch Cry?: Story by SydneyPrimal, literature
Literature
Why Does the Witch Cry?: Story
Her name was Sunny.
She was seventeen years old, and already the sort of beautiful that would have lasted forever. She was an accomplished gymnast and dancer, and had a remarkably haunting singing voice that landed her the lead in her school musicals each year. She got good grades, dressed appropriately, had perfect blonde hair, snowy white skin, and bright blue eyes. Her teachers loved her, she got along with everyone, and never once stopped smiling. Her father was a pastor and raised her to be a good Christian, and she spread love and compassion graciously. Her parents were proud.
She was born on Christmas Eve, and endured being dres