Portraits of Evil/That Haunting Lavender Prequel Part 2

II The great depression of the twenties began, Despite Darren’s extended work hours The business’s revenue gradually began to decline As Alexandra continued to paint Aside from her sudden bout of illness Seeping up on her It became dismissed As being contracted due to treacherous weather The prolonged absence of Darren Was accompanied with a nagging emptiness Began to grow increasingly intolerable Somewhere, something was happening One snowy eve She found herself alone At the dinner table Her portraits on the wall behind her Began to mock her As she could feel them Staring into her, through her Attempting to convey some insidious message The following night while lying in bed Next to a man she barley knew anymore She drifted into dreamland The aroma of lavender Permeated in her sinuses Upon waking, she felt very cold And very dead Alexandra gazed upon the lifeless body Which once belonged to her A sound in the dining room Darren held a bottle of perfume His words went, I apologized my dear For slowly administering poison Into your perfume But, I needed the money The chemical had slowly eased Through her skin and into the bloodstream Alexandra watched enraged As he removed her portraits Off to an art dealer for a sale To save the business His wife had to die For he knew she Would not part with these Rip his hair out! ! Claw away at his eyes! ! Tear his heart out! ! Destroy his very essence! ! But all the ghost could do Was observe this horrific event Silently, so silently She had been so cheated How could life be so merciless? And then she vowed, Someday, revenge would be hers………………………………………………….