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.
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