The Miller's Daughter, doth a comely young lass..
Befriended a woman, who came to pass..Her
carriage was found with broken wheels, that needed
some mending, The Miller's daughter was aching and
so forth did ask,"With my Father's permission,
do come stay with us, we would so much like
the company." And so it came to pass, The Miller's
daughter, let us call her Stephanie, did keep with
some vampiric company, yet unknown to this lass
Stephanie, would greet the rising Sun, pale and wan.
And feeling so weak and withdrawn..All of Stephanie's
mirth and good-tidings were gone..The Miller's daughter,
sat with her friend, let us call her friend..Kirsten,
Kirsten, so much fell in love with her new found friend,
that with each and every new bite, on poor Steph's
neck, Kirsten did cry, for vampire's love never dies..
Unlike, Kirsten's other victims, this one definatly caught her
eye..so innocent and sweet, trusting and so complete..
The Miller called forth a Doctor, and asked,"Please hasten
your arrival, my fair daughter is in need..I do believe
she will be dead by tomorrow.." The Doctor arrived,
and was summoned forth to this tragic scene..as young
Stephanie was lying on her death bed, her Father crying..
Her last words she spoke, that rested heavy on her lips
was,"Kirsten..Kirsten..where are you?" Out of nowhere
Kirsten did appear..her only words she spoke, remains
this family's agony,"She is dead.." And so it was,
and so it ever shall be..Her fall from grace,
never to enter the heavenly realm..With each and every new
face, she still sees her Stephanie..the end..
By Rick Weber
July 19, 2012
copywritten rights reserved
2012
