A Crime of Passion

The blood on the knife gleamed in the moonlight His hand shook as rage blinded his sight The body at his feet steamed in the evening cold A carpet beside it in which it would soon be rolled What made him do it he couldn’t have said All he knew now was that someone was dead He remembered the scream in his ears His face wet with fallen tears A crime of love that had fallen apart A crime committed that broke his heart The love of his life had betrayed him he knew He had the proof from which his anger grew The pain he felt was too much to bear As he stood and all he could do was stare His wife was beautiful but now she was gone He didn’t know if there was a way he could go on So he raised the knife to his own heart And plunged it forward hoping for a new start Fallen in betrayal because of love The new pair of spirits rose to the sky above The police on the scene found the note And all eyes let loose tears for what he had wrote The man in the picture was his own brother He said that he had never loved another He was sorry for what he had to do But above else he was sorry for the life he slew His brother was there and his tears flowed For the one person in his life he had never told His brother would never hear him say the words For now he flew high with the birds “I love you,” he whispered to the sky And his brother heard them from on high In one second his brother he forgave And then he rested comfortably in his grave.