In the Meadow

Blood drops traced the floor From the stairs to the door. Tissues stained in reds Hanged on the railings in shreds. The door slammed with a bang Inside an omnious sound sang An indistinct vampire-like sound I paced the basement round. My cold hand found my gun Six bullets five had gone Into the bossom of the ugly... And this last for you only... Now a demon, she'd turned Within me, I mourned. When I shot at you With relish you died as if you knew.