SiggaSuperStar

With every Knell, I feel it in my soul, The toll of the bell, I feel my stomach wrench. For each chime brings me closer to my death. As for my crime, I have committed none My life’s days are soon to be gone. My beautiful Elizabeth asleep in her fathers cradle, This innocent child of mine has proven to be fatal. The countenance of my husband, which I once saw as kind, Now a wry twisted smile I feel no longer blind. His son I could not bear, Instead a daughter lies there. His jealous and demanding nature, hath become mine end, My life soon shall be taken for having a male friend. A man in a black cloak has entered my small room,