The graceful arcs and curled green stems
From the Don's vineyards weave
Throughout much of the valley
In the charming old world
Port side Italian town
Known for its wines,
Women,
Religious
And scandals.
Most of its former residents know
Of the evil and the secrets
But they do not speak of
The horrible truth.
The black ex-military fortress
At the top of the mountain
That generation after generation
Has been home to
Men and women of
All walks of life
Devoted and committed to the
Study and life
Where they're wedded eternally to Christ.
The Don and his wife had
Five beautiful daughters
And like other faithful in town
Pledged one of them to the citadel's nunnery.
His four oldest daughters
Married and had hordes of children
Leaving his youngest to
Fulfill her parent's promise
To become a nun.
Yet the youngest daughter
Was far from saintly
She was waywardly wild
With loose moral and
Had her share of men.
On her 21st birthday the Don
Took his sinful daughter to the
Citadel where she'd
Take her holy vows but
Deep within the dark citadel of shadows and sin
She committed by engaging in
Intimate and carnal knowledge with
A newly ordained young priest,
Resulting in a child.
Word of their sin
Spread like wildfire
Embarrassing the Church and the Don
As the child grew up,
Townspeople realized the baby
Was not a boon from heaven but
From heaven that resulted in
Murder and mayhem
Destroying everything except the vineyard
That now produces
Thorns and poisoned
Fruits and wines
Or chokes killing
Any living thing.
To the moral of this tale
Listen well
Breaking vows to God or His commands
By failing to keep
Your promises and pledges to Him
Will surely find you
Damned to Hell.