Many years ago, outside St George's church, Belfast,
the autumn wind as cold and cutting as a witch's stare,
two men digging the road fell back in shock-surprise
at the sight of two unearthed skeletons lying there.
Whatever happened, no one knows the truth,
facts blurred by changing seasons eroding time,
but one had a dagger clasped tight in his bony hand
and stories were rife of a wicked, gruesome crime.