Bluebeard married six times

I was the latest of the wives.

Lucretia, Lucretia,

Do please calm down.

Be not the Raging Sword 

   that slayeth me,

But the kind soul 

   that releases me.

È forse già morta la Speranza per me?

Will this be the last time that

We steal the big planks of

My Father’s workbench 

(the one not in heaven,

No hallow to His name)

Her Sunday best on,

Standing proudly in her shoes,

She waits by the door ready for church. 

The child he stands 

With a rifle in his hands