Murder Mystery - Edan

Pour the hourglass sand in the rusted tin can

the looking glass man dressed in robes from Japan

The chauffeur of the van with the globe in his hand,

The roller coaster lands in the ocean

Alas, the commotion is matched by the force of the splash,

The source of the blast was a poor silly guy

The orphan in rags,

a fraudulent match for the torturous wrath of the horseman in black

The sorcerer laughs,

Foes in the bath with a cauldron of rats, gone in a flash

The forces of life,

Absorbed in a fight with the wrong and the right,

The author was typing, the water was icy, the slaughter was pricey

the martyr was light-skinned with chartered indictments that started in high

school

His father was Michael, He shot him with a rifle,

A product of the cycle.