A women was crying, her husband dying
When he passed away she was left alone
so she would sit by herself in her home
Everyday something would remind her of when he passed away
then her tears would flow again just day after day.
Her family had been broken apart even before she met him
now there was no one to save or help her this time or ever again
Walking down the sidewalk, she made her way to his grave
looking around the streets she used to know so well, now a maze
But her feet knew the way and they carried her on
in her head rang a sinister and dark little song
Not sure where they were coming from she sang
the only word standing out to her was hang.
In the cemetary, standing infront of his plot
she fell to her knees, her voice now tied in a knot
Then someone stood beside her, standing with a dignified pose
it was her dear sister who she thought she had lost, Rose.
"Your lonely life is so filled with sorrow,
you don't even have the will to live till tomorrow."
The words she spoke were true, so she nodded her head
"It's true sister, at this time, I'm still wishing I were dead..."
Rose held out a gloved hand to her older sister, offering to give...
"Come with me and I'll give you a means to live."
Taking her hand she stood, now wearing a dark hood.
"Even though you are my older, I now can call you the sixth of Jack's Soldiers."
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