Murder In the Tunnel

She walks ruggedly in an abandoned long tunnel; Her feet ~ as heavy as the stale steel rails almost buried in forgotten soil; Her hands as cold as tombstone's plate as she grips her pen and begins to write the obscure murder of the man in blue suit~ and the deaths of twelve passengers still unsolved... She was here some decades ago~ aboard in an old steam train The memory of that macabre ride haunted her for thousand days and nights. She writes in scarlet ink on a bloodstained scroll that says like this, " To all the victims who died here, I lay my hands before this forgotten tunnel; and the woeful wall as my witness~ I never thought too much love would kill. I killed my beloved man in blue suit, the driver of that tortuous train journey... Yes I killed him to save the three million people dwelling on the final station; Using the twelve infected people, He was sent to spread that virus that would change the world. I didn't understand till now~ Yes, I killed him with a knife and unlocked that explosive weapon before it reached its final destination. But I was spared~ not the twelve people; Now, to the authority I shall submit myself. So help me God." 02.01.2021 For a Murder in the tunnel poetry contest Sponsored by Kai Michael Newmann (unable to submit for the contest)