(spoiler alert!)
This poem was another of my many English assignments, a sixth grade final project for a book we read in class. Out of several options of ways to get credit, I chose to do a poem. Most of my poetry has a bit of a macabre edge, this one especially. Based off a murder mystery book, it is solely about gruesome deaths. A spoiler alert to those who want to read the book And Then There Were None (I highly recommend it!) because yes, if you read it closely, the answer to who murdered the ten murderers in the book is there, not very well hidden. I hope you enjoy it!
A Sequence of Macabre
Murders
(A poem based off Agatha Christy’s
And Then There Were None)
Ten guilty murders, lured to their demise, taking a “vacation”
away from prying eyes.
One of the ten,
following a nursery rhyme, makes each and every one regret his heartless crime.
One by one, through
storms and clear skies, they all take their fatal and final cries.
Anthony
Marston, drunk with pride, ran over two kids, and died of Cyanide.
Mrs.
Rogers helped her husband to kill, and so she was given a "sleeping pill".
General
Macarthur, with a heavy conscience to hull, killed his wife’s lover, and was whacked
in the skull.
Mr.
Rogers, clumsy in his tracks, was found guilty of murder and chopped with an
axe.
Emily
Brent, stiff and quickly chosen, turned out her house maid, and was injected
with poison.
Justice
Lawrence, with a lust for death, was declared by Dr. Armstrong to have taken
his last breath.
Dr.
Armstrong, who in trusting is swift, operated drunk, and was pushed off a
cliff.
Mr.
Blore, bulky and easy to scare, jailed an innocent man and was crushed by a 'bear'.
Philip
Lombard, cruel and tart, left twenty natives to die and was shot in the heart.
Vera
Claythorn let swim a boy who couldn’t float, she lost her lover, and hung
herself 'round the throat.
But one of these Indians,
(as they have been named) is who is to truly be fully blamed.
For he never ‘till
now had committed a crime, when a want for justice took over this time-
a grand
scale of bloodshed,
and a fulfillment of hunger,
he knew when he died he’d feel many years younger.
Who was it? Do tell!
Who was this mastermind?
Why the one, of course, best educated in crime!
The
one who has a want for destruction,
a need for justice and human reduction.
The one who faked his own end- to Dr. Armstrong
he posed himself as a friend.
guess who...
Unless of course, you'd like me to tell...
Unless of course, you'd like me to tell...

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