Having seen this canvas he excited
And didn't sense the doom
But it was to late to change anything
And fate knocked his room
Once upon a wonderful day our worthy chose the wrong turn
While driving back to his place
He reached the Rosewood and noticed the numb
Who was vending the stuff from his case
He asked for a painting so sweet and so breathtaking
And catching delight
He didn't know for sure it will bring him the death
And will leave him lifeless at night
A freak of the Russels owned this one
And no one could know
That he burned all the pictures
And ended in loop having given the devil a bow
Joyful man rushed home
And visited aunt on his way
She noticed the picture and changed in the face
And adviced him to throw it away
The brush scetch darkened
And sated with deadly might
But the fool put it in trunk
And darted by night
He came home and fell asleep
But woke up with the deafenind screaches
he clung to the door
But the ax ripped his flesh into pieces
