A poem I wrote a while ago, but only felt brave enough to put up here now. Probably my last fic for a while - at the moment I am working on a long fic (with multi-chapters and everything =P) so watch out for that ;)

Disclaimer: Eh, I don't own him. I do own the poem, but not the story. Anyway...

The Tale of Sweeney Todd

This blasted rotten city is the source of all your despair

It keeps deep in its black core the man who killed you without a care

The blood-red shooting stars that streak across the smoke-ridden sky

Are the children of the tears you never let yourself cry

The innocence you've forgot you had has been blighted and stained

And the hell in which you were has left you twisted and drained

Thw wreckage of your home is empty now of all whom you love

Your daughter is a prisoner and caged like a hapless dove

You can paint these walls in blood and insist that it's right

The wicked all deserve to die and sink into endeless night

The inhabitants of London are consuming the bodies you claim

But the blood you shed won't wash off and it won't be the same

You'll never see Johanna and you're completely alone

Except for the sepia photograph of angels that you own

The bright red liquid's brilliant against the ashen grey

Watch the turning mechanisms that tie you both here to stay

All you can remember is the past and it keeps you alive

She can dream all she wants but it's in revenge you survive

The haze of dark deception's growing thicker all the time

A tangled web of double-crossing and murder in the grime

But your faithful partner has you blinded with her lies

As easy as concealing the filling of her succulent pies

I guess she didn't quite lie, the ashes of your darling girl

Have fallen as a cackling beggar, far from any pearl

Your judge, your beadle and your wife whom you couldn't begin to see

Their deaths are coated on your skin as they have ceased to be

Everything's falling apart, you can feel it right now

The constitution of hate's taken over, there's no way back now

You're both killed in the way you killed – she burns as you close the door

And as you clutch your wife you die here bleeding on the floor.