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