There happened to be a young maiden
Who had loved a man who was laden
Elegant and charming
Who never seemed harming
Was hiding behind this facade

The man left without a trace
What a marvelous disgrace
Had left the young maiden in woe

Revenge seemed insight
Oh what a horrible plight
The young maiden bore unwillingly!

For darkness consumed him
Hope to change him seemed dim
He was a rather lost cause

The upheavel would worsen
He'd become a more terrible person
The maiden would be forced with a choice

...And...She'd end it all
With a sling of an arrow....