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The ballad of Mary Elizabeth Grainger - 1900


In Rainhill County Asylum, on a fateful August day,
Two souls confined in madness, in shadows they did sway,
Mary Grainger, troubled mind, delusions all around,
Hannah Hancox, lost in pain, in this asylum, they were bound.

They toiled within those hallowed walls, where sanity was frail,
Carrying out their duties, in a world that seemed so pale,
But darkness stirred in Mary's heart, a twisted plot unfurled,
As she reached for a knife, a tale of tragedy would swirl.

With frenzied eyes, she lashed out, her demons taking hold,
Attacking Hannah Hancox, a tale of horror to be told,
They struggled there upon the floor, in that room so bleak,
Hannah's head almost severed, in a moment, life grew weak.

The medical superintendent, drawn by screams of fright,
Entered the scene of madness, a harrowing, gruesome sight,
Mary on top of Hannah, a knife held in her hand,
In that room of desperation, where reason could not stand.

He bravely intervened, with strength, he did not yield,
Separated the two women, their destiny now sealed,
But Hannah's fate was sealed that day, her life began to ebb,
As darkness claimed her spirit, in the asylum's web.

Mary Grainger, lost in madness, a delusion in her mind,
Believing poison threatened, her sanity confined,
In Rainhill County Asylum, on that mournful day,
A murder born of madness, as two souls lost their way.

Now Mary dwells in Broadmoor, her fate forever sealed,
In the depths of her own darkness, where reality is concealed,
And Hannah's ghost still lingers, in that asylum's gloom,
A tragic tale of murder, in the quiet of the room.


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