These ballads are not in the books and are supplementary and created by AI based on the book content.
In a quiet house on Soudan's street
A tale of darkness and hearts replete
John Longstaff and Annie, tangled souls
Where secrets festered, and darkness stole
In the dead of night, when stars were dim
A web of secrets, a fate so grim
Annie, a woman of a shadowed life
John, a man with a heart at strife
Across the way, their neighbor's eye
Saw Annie's life, a whispered lie
With men who visited under the moon
Their secrets danced in the shadows' tune
John, the faithful, with chores in hand
His love betrayed, in a shifting sand
At night, he waited, in silent dread
For Annie's return, their love's thread
In whispered words, secrets confessed
A wife's deceit, a truth suppressed
John nodded, heart heavy, eyes so cold
His love betrayed, a story untold
A butcher, a lover, a man unseen
In the darkness, where secrets convene
Annie took him, home, a clandestine tryst
In the midst of secrets, they had kissed
On that fateful night, in the hour so late
The streets were hushed, as if to await
A cry of murder, a chilling sound
From Soudan Terrace, where fate was bound
A cab driver heard, his supper done
Annie's plea, under the moonlit sun
Atop the stairs, a struggle, fierce
A desperate plea, a heart's last pierce
"What game are you on with?" the driver said
But John replied, with a heart so lead
"Mind your own business," his words so cold
A darkened tale, forever told
Annie tumbled down, in the dim-lit hall
A tragic dance, a fatal fall
Covered in blood, in her chemise so white
She whispered, "He has done me in," that night
With 13 wounds, her life did wane
A darkness fell, like a cold, hard rain
Defensive wounds, a struggle's mark
In the shadows, a world turned dark
The cab driver and neighbor came
To face a scene, too cruel, too tame
In a blood-soaked kitchen, two lives undone
A tale of secrets, beneath the moon and sun