I had remembered that time,
It certainly didn’t end well.
It started when my friend rung the bell,
He came for a fun play,
Until i saw the small sculpture,
That had lurked in my brain like an ugly vulture,
That gun with the knotted end ,
I saw the real statue in the museum.
I knew it was a statue of death, like what happened to my dad,
And that is why i slammed the door in his face,
But he knew about the death of my father,
Why would he bring that
This was the knotted end of two mysterys!