Her forehead hints no mental strife:
Soft and calm her breast heaves:
So calmly, with his cobbling knife
She stabbed him through ... now never grieves.
Baffled, aghast with hate, mouse-poor,
He glares and clatters the brass knob ...
Through his heart it slid sure:
He bowed, he died with never a sob,
Again she stabbed, now sits secure.
Praying as she has always prayed