Hair black as ebony

Skin whiter than snow

Lips redder than blood

From her wounds it did flow

A scream and a cry

From the Savior who

Had cried out to her,

But the woman's death rang true

A young boy weeps quietly

For his mother now gone

He had pointed and accused

And he had been so wrong

A doctor trembles,

Knife still in his clutch

He had only meant to scare her,

Never to do that much

The blonde quickly turns,

Her eyes filled with tears

"How could you do this?!

After all of these years?

Has she not treated you well?

Given you a job and a bed?

Food in your stomach?

Thoughts in your head?

She could've killed you easily

With the flick of her wrist

Your bones would snap

Your muscles in a twist

She took pity on you!

Wouldn't stoop that low!

Is she an innocent soul?

Now we'll never know!

Leave before I take that

And get you myself!"

The doctor ran away

Sickened with himself

She turns to the body

Of a woman she used to know

With lips redder than blood

Skin whiter than snow

Hair blacker that ebony,

Than shadows on the wall

She was an epitome of beauty

Fairest of them all