My carriage travels to the North,

With two days rest in County Cambs.

Revenge not slaked, I feel the force,

Yet town folks gaze, like gentle lambs.

The road is flat and worn from use;

The driver stops afore each dawn.

Well paid he is, shan't seek for truth;

In my grand scheme, he's just a pawn.

Northumberland is in the North

And Cornwall at the end is south.

In Norfolk's harbor, holding forth,

A ship, “Demeter” anchors off the mouth.

We shan't make ship before daylight,

So here in Norfolk, there is an Inn.

I must be patient one more night,

Lord Valdore's patronage I'll win!

Tomorrow as the sun sinks low,

I'll make my presence known to him.

His bride, Arcadia, surely knows

I mean no foul, but seek revenge!

As eventide sweeps o'er the land,

My burning hunger won't be checked!

This thirst for blood is more demand;

I'll take my feast from just one "guest".

I spy alone, there in the dark,

As prostitute strikes age-old pose.

I swoop in for my ease and hark!

Still, lifeless hands now clutch black rose!