La Llorona's Night

I'll never forget the night I was told
in whispers and strictly hushed tones
the story of Robert Sandifer
the still chills my bones

Poor Robby had led a tragic life
in merely eleven years' time
his lone mother was an addict
so he turned to a life full of crime

He had joined a gang you see
their band was very tight
but they had made many enemies
with their motto of "might makes right"

Robert was never meant
for a life so full of hate
but there was no way out for him
already it was too late

Robby Sandifer was scared stiff
when he was approached by a lone figure
he knew it was a rival gangster
he shut his eyes and pulled the trigger

When Robert slowly opened his eyes
he saw a young girl whose chest bled
who'd been on her way home from school
terrified, young Robby fled

This is not the worst of Robby's tale
that was yet to come
for police now cracked down hard on all the gangs
and Rob's mistake was known to some

It was Robby's own gang who decided at last
something needed to be done
they'd have to kill Robert Sandifer
but the boy was already on the run

They knew of only one who could help
a being so terrifying and fierce
she is feared by the Devil himself
and with the power of fear, any heart could she pierce

The boys all cowered in fear at the thought
of meeting the notorious Bloody Mary
a spirit can always find you if they've seen your face
when dealing with demons one must always be wary

But desperate times call for desperate measures
The Crying Woman, La Llorona, could hung down their prey
the deaths of young children brought her great joy
yet they needed her help come what may

That night before a mirror three boys brought three candles
and three times they spoke her dark name
crying "the cops are killing us for the death of a girl,
help us kill the one who's to blame!"

In the dark mirror an image appeared
with eyeless sockets dripping black blood
whispering of the death of a young boy
who would soon die alone in the mud

The boys' hearts mixed terror and relief,
for the policed would soon be closing their case
but the terror stayed with them forever
La Llorona had now seen their face

Meanwhile, Robert Sandifer dreamt
a premonition of his own dark fate
he awoke understanding its truth
already he sensed Mary's black hate

The poor boy ran from door to door
all along an empty street
begging salvation from vengeance
but no helping hand did he meet

No adult believed in his stories
every child knew enough to feel fear
no door would open for poor Robby
who felt his demise growing near

He could feel a tearing under his skin
his eyeballs began to burn
he turned round and saw his reflection
his stomach began to churn

Poor Robby had met a tragic death
when he was only eleven years old
his body was found lying in broken glass
his eyes missing and his heart cold