The Stabbing At The Cabin Poem by Phil Soar

There were lights on the porch
A dog lay fast asleep
A woman swinging back and forth
A hillside, very steep
Outside that old oak cabin
Deep inside the woods
There had been an awful stabbing
Just because of some bad blood

That woman swinging back and forth
Her breathing very fast
She'd left the person bleeding out
And knew he wouldn't last
50 years of torture
Tossed in the Abyss
A life devoid of comfort
And one she wouldn't miss