The End

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