The Golden Square Mile

Prominent local aristocrats
 Painted red throughout history
 A fortune born out of sugar
 Led the family to the social summit
 The daughter of Montreal's fourth mayor
 Laid silently at rest in her bed
 As her son of twenty four years
 Studied mercilessly in the adjacent room
 As night settled darkness fell upon the Square Mile Mansion
 Delirious thanks to her pain medication
 Ada Maria Mill Repath
 Unlocked the top drawer of her nightstand
 And removed from it a fevered solution
 But her flimsy faint grip allowed it to fall
 Clattering to the floor
 Once Clifford's focus was interrupted
 He headed out in search of the racket
 But when he entered his Mother's room
 It was already splattered with her blood brains and bones
 The aspiring med student resolved to seal his own fortune as well
 The pressures of life had completely crippled him
 Three days later they were already both six feet below
 Rotting slowly as the populous' interest
 Took flight as the rumours grew so did the mystery of it all
 Sadly Sherbrooke Street was never quite the same
 The Golden Square Mile was forever tainted
 The gloom that engulfed their mansion
 Still remains present today