Beautiful Agony Woman Am I A Good Poet? Please Rate!?

Am I a good poet? Please rate!? - beautiful agony woman

This is a poem that I wrote myself, and I wondered if there really nothing. Anyway, please rate and give me feedback!

Song Flute Player

In return,
Day and Night
In Single Window --
Above the village
It could be seen, the flutist
And he was never without his flute flutist

The sound of his flute, filled the air
Be all across the city
Their beautiful melodies,
But so sad and disturbing that
Why does not the song end
It was always sad and never the light?

His delicate debits
Presented both depression
It needs to do something
It has been decided.

They tried to steal his flute,
What a stupid thing to do for
Do they not know that you can not?
They were so ignorant villagers,
When desperate and crazy.

If the flute can not go
Then the bill must
It was settled.
His song brought nothing that poverty and despair,
Without doubt, the unfortunate young man of WOMa
Does not deserve to live.
On the day of his death was established.

Shortly after the hasty decision
The arrows were flying
On the way to the Pied Piper from the window
An arrow after the other
She's gone.
Through the window he fell from his lifeless body.

On the ground,
He was definitely dead
Contusions,
Pale skin and hair is now dyed red
Her white dress stained with blood,
A sad sight was the flutist.

But the villagers were cruel,
They cheered and laughed.
The cause of her pain was gone!

The Pied Piper had to die that day,
Since then, however,
When the wind blew
Heard was a melody of Beautiful Agony
Song Flute Player.