Revenge of Elisa Fay

On a chair there rocked a girl,
But the chair was not meant to rock,
Her name was Elisa Fay,
And she wore a bloodied frock.

On the floor there lay a man,
In a pool of his own blood,
His name was Toby Fay,
And he had fallen with a thud.

A knife within her hand,
Elisa held with tempered rage,
Now her dad will never again,
Sell her out to earn a wage.

Too many things she was made to do,
Not right for a girl so young,
Her mind had gone and so she rocked,
Horrors unable to cross her tongue.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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