A Crimson Knife


A Crimson Knife

Away she ran from home,
Into the dark eerie night;
She carried a dirty old bag
And she held a dim flashlight.

Away she ran from home,
Like she was a horse in a race;
With tears streaming down her cheeks,
But she wore a strong look on her face.

Away she ran from home,
Leaving her father and his dead wife;
And in her torn bag she carried,
A sharp crimson knife…

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