Astounding,
Really she loved Day's like this,
"When the sky cry's for once not me",
That whisper faded into the lonely Seamstress's shop.
She looked down at her current work,
"Hopefully he's not to disappointed, How did so much blood from a wee' accident with the blade get this much blood?" Emily couldn't help but talk to herself used to being alone.
Emily was no idiot,
Thou She did not talk much she had heared the rumor's around London About the Barber and The Pie maker,
Otherwise know as Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett the Grue duo,
Mrs. Lovett and her went back quite some,
Used to be the best of friends,
Well until business competition,
Thou she only recalled 'a' talk with the barber he seemed rather hostile alert or paranoid.
But really who was she to judge, her past two husbands killed in almost unremarkably identical 'accidents', so she without thinking placed the rat poison next to the flour it was a common mistake really.
[The Sound of a knock at an old and rotting door could be heard]
Emily's head snapped towards where she believed the sound to be coming from, quickly she arose from the rocking chair dropping what she was working on in the process, she raised her dress be its frills so she could step over the mess "Coming!" Emily rushed towards the door at an unremarkable speed.
[At Haste the door was opened and tall and remotely lanky man stepped through black hair puffed up and a white streak running through it, and the women with long black hair otherwise know as our main protagainist/antaganist gasped]
I was astounded looking at the man I knew as the Barber of Fleet Street,
"Sweeney Todd"...