Daughter, may you not become the scourge of all things evil,

Within this marriage, violent, tragic, 

inside she found no magic,

Father stood before her, vile blade in hand,

He felt, such need to her demand, 

that she must stay to ride this tide,

despite the fact her feelings died!

Denied the features of abuse, 

of wicked sex and over use,

If you do not settle down,

drop your act remove your frown,

He will have to be uncool,

married his daughter to such evil fool,

She wanted out, but didn't know how!

Poor cow,

Father to her knees did push, revealed bare neck, pallid,

the blade of death threat, tore her skin , he pushed on it,

it went right in,

At the top of his thoughts, unleashed a silent scream,

oh child of mine, thought this was a dream!

her body he did wrap, with passion, in the highest most vogue fashion,

he took her body in his van , 

his face remaining, true dead pan!

Drove her body to the sea, 

to feed the fishes for their tea!

Livvi 24/03/2013.