Listen to this mournful tale
That I have to tell
About three friends in an inn
Whose deaths result from sin.
In a small mountain town
Where trouble was all around
Deep in Penn's Wood
A small tavern stood.
In the Boro of Birds
Three friends were deep in their tankards.
Without warning, the bells started to sound
And curses flew all around.
For the three had enough draft
For their heads to be in steels grasp.
"For whom do the bells ring?"
Asked one wearing a golden ring
"Didn't you hear?
It was the friend we all hold dear.
Death came in the night,
Causing his soul to take flight."
Said the one with a silver band
On his thick hand.
"Dude, you know how!"
Said the third, his head in a bow.
The first thought back to the last night,
And the drunken bar fight.
"He was still among us, I swear!
He couldn't hit hard enough to ruffle a hair!"
The first cried.
"But you hurt him enough, for he died."
Said the one with silver ring.
"Oh, I wish I could everything!"
The one with the golden ring cried.
"I know of a way for to return your friend who died."
Said a voice from behind them.
The man who spoke was as a half dead hen,
And wrapped in a cloak as dark as night.
"You must find Death, and stab it with this silver knife."
The figure finished and handed them the instrument to kill life's foe.
"How do you know so much about him, tell us all you know!"
Cried the first.
"I know so much, because I've been cursed,
By Death until all is old
And the Sun is cold.
I have sinned most of my life
And even murdered my wife!
Now even Death won't touch me
And with one look at me, most people flee."
With that the figure paid for his poor
Fare, and vanished out the door.
Hours later, at the abandoned quarry,
They sat to rest their feet that were weary.
Suddenly, with the crash of broken pine,
They all fell into an old mine.
As they stood, for they had broken no bone,
The walls around them shone.
The walls were covered in silver.
"Look at all the wealth we can pilfer."
Said the third with glee.
Unknown to all the seed were planted, seed of greed.
For months they mined the ore,
All the while trying to decide who to kill before
Having to split the money.
"Why don't you go to town and get cakes infused with honey."
Said the first one day,
To the second, beginning his plan make the others pay.
As the second left in the Ford,
The first talked with the third.
"When he returns with the cake
You distract him, and I'll stab him with this stake."
Back in town,
The third thought with a frown.
"With poison, I'll get the silver.
But how do I deliver?"
With a thought and a hop,
He ran to a Lowe's shop.
There he picked the deadliest of the all,
And poisoned the cakes to make his comrades fall.
Thus with his plan ready,
He returned to see the rest of his party.
The first met the third
And said he wanted a quick word.
As they walked over to the camp,
The second pretended to have cramp.
The third ran over to help his friend
And quickly met his end.
The stake ripped through his heart,
And his soul was quick to depart.
One the body was thrown in to the ditch,
The second smiled, for the plan went off without a hitch.
Suddenly he felt the first's hand on his head,
Who proceeded to snap his neck like it was bread.
The first and last whooped and let out a yes in a whispered hiss,
For the silver was all his.
Feeling hungry he ate all three cakes.
Suddenly his stomach began to ache,
His head spun and his mouth began to foam.
The poison quickly drove him insane
And he died from the pain.
In a week,
They were found by the cops seeking what the three originally seeked.
