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At least that's what I thought . . . Idk . . .
Long Ago on a Summer's Day
There was once a man who lived with anger coursing through is veins.
This man had seven wives who never knew his pain.
This man had seven wives who all married him in vain.
For by a valley stream, or that's what the locals say,
He murdered them, one by one, long ago on a summer's day.
The first he drowned slowly, while threatening her with a knife.
The second he stabbed countless times, though she screamed for life.
The third was poisoned, her wine glass laced with lead.
the fourth died quickest, with only a bullet to her head.
The fifth he dropped over a cliff while she was asleep.
The sixth was too noble when he strangled her to even begin to weep.
The seventh was dragged to her death, tied to a wild horse.
The angry man did all of this without showing the least remorse.
Every one of them he cremated, their ashes thrown into the stream.
But after he killed the seventh, they began to haunt his dreams.
After this occurrence, the angry man never married again.
And no one ever lived him, which he realized in the end.
Now he lays in Hell forever, and forever he must burn.
Never shall he be pitied, it is only what he earned.
For the dead wives also never got their way.
And if you pass that valley stream you can hear them say,
"Our horrid husband murdered us,
How cruel it was to perish thus,
What a mistake to marry him,
For he committed an unholy sin,
And that is all we can say
About long ago on a summers day."
