'Twas the night before deposition, when all through the jail house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a security mouse;
The inmates were locked up, to protect them from harm,
The cameras turned off, and too, the alarms.
The guards were both nestled all snug in their chairs,
While visions of Benjamin's danced in the air;
With Hillary in her hoodie, and Bill in his cap,
They arrived to put someone on a long winter's dirt-nap
When out of the shadows they came in a scurry,
Through the locks and security, they passed in a hurry.
Away to the cell they did fly like a flash,
they threw open the cell with an ominous crash.
The moon through bars gave a terrible glow,
Like the luster of death to their victim below,
When what to his sleep-filled eyes should appear,
But his good buddy Bill and his nightmarish dear.
With the speed of two demons they went right to work,
As their gnarled bony hands crushed his throat with a jerk.
More rapid than gossip, his end, it had come,
as he hissed his last breath, and called out to his chum.
"Now, Murderer, now Killer, now two-headed demon!
You self-serving duo, you treasonous cretins,
I know I have dirt, that could ruin both your lives,
But to turncoat on you would be simply unwise!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
His plea's may as well have been spoken to the sky
They gave him no heed but kept tightening their grip,
with strength only demonic possession can give.
