I should be doing productive stuff dammit. Anyhow, going for the second prompt:
Come round, come round, for I have got
A tragic tale to tell
Of painful loss and malady
And broken hearts as well.
'Twas winter last when sickness passed
Through this same alleyway.
Its grip was bold, its breath was cold
Its victims could but pray.
Two children lived among the filth
That you can see 'round here.
They lived alone, all skin and bone
Their parents died, I fear.
But they enjoyed, this girl and boy,
Life's every passing sec.
Although the streets were hard and bleak
They flourished in its wreck.
But then that faithful winter came
When all the world turned dark.
When snow and ice, and heavy rain
Would stamp their lasting mark.
An icy wind ran through the street
And chilled them to their core.
And though they struggled hard for heat
The girl would breathe no more.
Silence ruled the alleyway
When morning came at last.
Houses, shacks, stood empty now.
Their occupants had passed.
In the snow and in the ice
One little boy remained.
Sickened, and with little hope,
His strenghth was quickly drained.
People came collect the dead,
When spring would spread its joy.
Frozen in eternal grief,
They found a girl and boy.
But come now, come, the night is young
And Death will fetch us all.
So drink and dance and sing and prance
For soon, the snows will fall...
