The Quaint Cottage

The Quaint Cottage

 

 

 

Off from the beaten path

 

Near a roaring sea

 

Stood a quaint cottage quite a mystery

 

Green moss lined its border

 

Lived a sophisticated woman who demanded order

 

Sweeping always cleaning

 

The soon she would discover

 

No one dared to pay her a visit but one reporter

 

He felt she was a mystery of sorts

 

Blinded by her hidden desire for cleanliness

 

She had confessed to him a story

 

Of two lovers who got lost on there prom night

 

Wandering far away to a barren road all alone

 

A figure appeared with an ax

 

Cutting the pair into tiny pieces

 

Left was the fragmentation as that of road kill

 

The police were summoned for a hunt

 

Yet the couldn't seem to find the killer

 

This sent shivers down the woman's spine a real thriller

 

So onto this very day the lady sits in her quaint cottage

 

All to her own left from the memories of a real killer