Story of a Photo. Part Six: The Hill of Rùth's Confession. 12th of January, 2015

There, there by the East of Town.

There, there the Four of Us have Entered.

There, there by the Edge of Town.

There, there the Four of Us have Wandered.

Rùth, by Thy Blondie Grace,

A Hair of Honey, Gorgeous Face.

Rùth, Heat of Posture, Icy Manner,

Sexual Body, Eyes of Froz'n Fire.

There, there by the East of Town.

There, there the Four of Us have Entered.

There, there by the Edge of Town.

There, there the Four of Us have Wandered.

We, Three Classmates were,

Of Rùth, the Extreme Male-Hater.

We, Three Lads not yet Sexteen,

Craving Her, Have Saved Her from Murder.

There, there by the East of Town.

There, there the Four of Us have Entered.

There, there by the Edge of Town.

There, there the Four of Us have Wandered.

As the Killer Hath Her Figure

Forced onto the Land of Ĥomer,

We Three Right Upon Him Jumped,

His Knife had Shoved into His Hot Ribber.

There, there by the East of Town.

There, there the Four of Us have Entered.

There, there by the Edge of Town.

There, there the Four of Us have Wandered.

Rùth Then Confessed, At Hill of Flower,

To th' Shocking Cause of Her Icy Manner.

Five Brute Boys, at Former School of Hers

Against Her Will, Had Their Way with Her.

There, there by the East of Town.

There, there the Four of Us have Entered.

There, there by the Edge of Town.

There, there the Four of Us have Wandered.

There, onto Hill of Flower,

We Shed Our Blood, Had Struck a Tether

For All Times Link Us Four Together,

For the Rest of Times, ForEVER.

There, there by the East of Town.

There, there the Four of Us have Entered.

There, there by the Edge of Town.

There, there the Four of Us have Wandered.

At the Sacred Shade of Citrus Trees,

Hearty HomeLand Is Forever Sacred.

At the Sacred Shade of Citrus Trees,

HolyLand is Mine ForEVER.