A fake image of three strikes,
It gives hope to the world free of rife.
A trifling affair, a rather inconsistent love fair
But nonetheless a tortured promise of a hero’s care,
Not one but two monsters, all he did was snare
But the fragile heart couldn’t bear
Not truth,this love affair.
Threescores for the hero,
Not one will know my fear
Lies,lies unto the pages I the ghost saw the misery in his despair,
Pity I did not and off I killed his heir.
Oh, dreary wonder his heart spoke of things beyond repair,
Regret filled his every tear in my care
But not one of three ghosts did dare
For a moment was lost,any sooner gone
With neither reason nor cause but revere.