The Rumour of Oldtown

Before her tomb I stood,
In front of her coffin made from wood
On the stone it read,
The quote that she had said
“Don’t die young and don’t grow old,
for only the pure ones are truly bold”

I pondered this day and night,
In my room, filled with fright
I could not take it any longer,
In the forest I began to wander
The trees, they seemed to smile,
While I walk around a while

Whispers from the wind,
There to remind me of my sin
The voices drenched me in gloom,
About what had happened in my room,
The night was dark and the moon was full,
The edge of my knife was very dull

I did the deed and the deed was done
In my eyes I could feel my blood
My hand fell apart into dust and powder,
And I knew it would soon be my hour
For the quote I cannot say
The reason it came to be this way

I visited the tomb once again
But this time, without my brain
I stared at it as I wait
And upon that night I came to fate
I read the stone and fell to one knee
“1947-1923”