AN ARSONIST'S TALE
Once upon a midnight dreary;
while I pondered weak and weary,
over a many plot and plan of monetary score.
In a candle’s flame I was inspired
to gravely go and light a fire,
This way, of money, I should acquire.
Of arson my desire of money shall explore,
I shall know poverty - NEVERMORE!
Firemen look and police men wonder
how the house became asunder.
They wanted knowledge of how the house began to roar.
Then suddenly it came to mind;
what, by chance, if they should find
just what started this fiery plight.
In which, someone died tonight.
My trouble was great, my problem intense. I now must set the final score.
The dead get even - NEVERMORE!
"The reason was," to them I said.
"That I was the only one undead,
at the movies, there was I, intensely watching blood gore."
A sudden sound then hit my ears.
A helpful clue had just appeared,
something that should not be there.
My heart then told me to beware.
As the arson squad came to the scene, a message I heard in the siren's roar.
I may have freedom - NEVERMORE.
This group of nosey little men
came and left and came again;
asking questions, looking around, investigating this bad eyesore.
To the police a message went.
"This fatal fire had intent.
The house that just had been burnt down
was meant to come crashing to the ground."
The investigators turned from me. They stood upon the charcoaled floor.
This house would be here - NEVERMORE.
The insurance money came to me.
A wealthy man I was to be.
But the insurance company did not like making rich of poor.
It came to me in my dismay,
that they're investigating that day.
If they should cause what caused the blaze,
I would be back in poorer days.
To stop them something must be done. I had to protect my enriching score,
or I'd be wealthy - NEVERMORE.
I must get rid of all the signs
that the burning fault was fully mine.
Evidence of the fire must be found no more.
I went to the troubled place.
I must do my job with haste.
I hurriedly rushed to remove in all,
that which would cause my own downfall.
Quickly I worked throughout the night; this disgusting and very dirty chore.
There would be evidence - NEVERMORE
The filthy nights work that I have done,
has , I think, fooled everyone.
The case was thrown from court and police came to me no more.
The money that had come to me,
mine forever was meant to be.
My crime was never proven by law.
The plan had no discovered flaw.
This night to my window a bird did come. I remember I heard as did he soar;
quote the raven - NEVERMORE.
Once upon a midnight dreary;
while I pondered weak and weary,
over a many plot and plan of monetary score.
In a candle’s flame I was inspired
to gravely go and light a fire,
This way, of money, I should acquire.
Of arson my desire of money shall explore,
I shall know poverty - NEVERMORE!
Firemen look and police men wonder
how the house became asunder.
They wanted knowledge of how the house began to roar.
Then suddenly it came to mind;
what, by chance, if they should find
just what started this fiery plight.
In which, someone died tonight.
My trouble was great, my problem intense. I now must set the final score.
The dead get even - NEVERMORE!
"The reason was," to them I said.
"That I was the only one undead,
at the movies, there was I, intensely watching blood gore."
A sudden sound then hit my ears.
A helpful clue had just appeared,
something that should not be there.
My heart then told me to beware.
As the arson squad came to the scene, a message I heard in the siren's roar.
I may have freedom - NEVERMORE.
This group of nosey little men
came and left and came again;
asking questions, looking around, investigating this bad eyesore.
To the police a message went.
"This fatal fire had intent.
The house that just had been burnt down
was meant to come crashing to the ground."
The investigators turned from me. They stood upon the charcoaled floor.
This house would be here - NEVERMORE.
The insurance money came to me.
A wealthy man I was to be.
But the insurance company did not like making rich of poor.
It came to me in my dismay,
that they're investigating that day.
If they should cause what caused the blaze,
I would be back in poorer days.
To stop them something must be done. I had to protect my enriching score,
or I'd be wealthy - NEVERMORE.
I must get rid of all the signs
that the burning fault was fully mine.
Evidence of the fire must be found no more.
I went to the troubled place.
I must do my job with haste.
I hurriedly rushed to remove in all,
that which would cause my own downfall.
Quickly I worked throughout the night; this disgusting and very dirty chore.
There would be evidence - NEVERMORE
The filthy nights work that I have done,
has , I think, fooled everyone.
The case was thrown from court and police came to me no more.
The money that had come to me,
mine forever was meant to be.
My crime was never proven by law.
The plan had no discovered flaw.
This night to my window a bird did come. I remember I heard as did he soar;
quote the raven - NEVERMORE.
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