Tom’s Diner,
Closed its doors for ever after,
And ever.

There would be no dishes wash,
Hidden wine,
And nothing to make the cost,
Of a bottle of comfort,
There’s no sign,
Just rejection where he went,
The was nothing without skill,
Just one trade,
They had taught him how to kill,
Sent to a far away land,
Swift stroke made,
Keeping the prey close at hand,
With a blade.

In Tom’s bed,
Lingers on the edge of death,
Last Rite said.

Mistress Tom could not stay strong,
Watch him die,
He was lingering too long,
Only pain and suffering,
She would cry;
Watch death it's slowly winning,
And Tom no longer does know,
Who is by,
Or anything you can show.
Tom has lost living in life,
Slow to die,
Destroying his loving wife;
Watch him die.

In Tom’s bed,
Now the bringer of his death;
Seeps the red.