But his once to
be bride, could not give her side, how could she, after all she was dead
And deep down in his
soul, where he had no control, he suspected her of an affair
A short verbal
dispute, he then rendered her mute, her body he then threw to the air
Lisa’s life it
was stopped, from the moment she dropped, from level fifteen of The Hyde
When the cops first arrived, they saw his story contrived, it was clear that Gittany had lied
They got the CCTV,
and the police then did see, what a true monster this man really was
All his raving and
ranting, all her screaming and panting, the violence it went without pause
While a man in
the park, walked his dog before dark, turned his head to gaze way up high
What it was that
he saw, on that balconied floor, was a body released to the sky
In disbelief he
just stared, at her flowing black hair, and he watched as she fell to the ground
What he felt made
him weep, right there in that street, and he'll never be rid of that sound
When they charged
him with murder, he stood mute like a girder, no emotion was there on his face
And he continued
to lie, as the months they passed by, and the Crown worked to build up their case
Then in front of a judge, he still did not budge, but his lies began to unravel
At the end of the
trial, with the faintest of smiles, she said “guilty” and snapped down her
gavel
As he sits in the dock, a girl dressed in a frock comforted by friends and supporters
Another believer in this viscous deceiver, short and sharp was her mood with reporters
“Please read the signs,
between the lines", as she made her way into the court
“You should not deride, it was suicide", the investigation a farce, it fell short
He awaits now his
sentence, but shows no repentance, defiance etched hard on his face
Throughout his
whole trial, his continued denial, but the judge all the facts did embrace
His complete disrespect for her went unchecked, although in her friends she confided
Of his violent ways, she was bruised, she was grazed, but her loyalty was sadly misguided
They're pushing
for twenty, and I’m sure he’ll get plenty, but life would be ten years too short
Had there not
been a witness, out for some fitness, this murderer might never have been caught
But it is so chilling
to me, to sit here and see, this new woman fall under his spell
But I am
comforted by, what will soon be applied, a lifetime alone in a cell
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