Blood on the Hearth

In the cozy inn by the fire's warm glow Lies a woman's body, lifeless and cold Her hair splayed out, like flames in the hearth But no fire could warm her, not even in death The guests all gather, hushed whispers abound As they try to make sense of this tragedy profound Who could have done such a heinous crime? In this peaceful place, where we come to unwind Was it the lover she spurned, in a fit of rage? Or a stranger passing by, with demons to wage? Perhaps it was someone she thought she could trust But now she lies broken, her body just dust The cozy inn is no longer so warm For the chill of death now lingers and harms The memories we had of laughter and cheer Are now tainted with blood and filled with fear So let us remember this tragic night When murder came calling at the cozy inn's site And may we find solace in the warmth of our kin For life is fleeting, but love will always win.