• Her body lay on the floor..
    Her slender arms out flung, palms up
    Death, cold and brutal, strangely intimate..
    Black pools of blood in the silver moonlight...
    Her life drained from her to a puddle on the hard cypress floor
    Her body inscribed with the point of a knife..
    A work of violent art
    Cries of mercy smothered by the cold shadow of Death..
    Now that Death has parted her,
    Her gentle spirit cries in the night in the gleaming moonlight
    Never to be forgotten..