The Murder

The Murder As I went into next door, saw a fellow just dead, with the blazing eyes expressing surprise and hatred. For the night was still young, and the sky lucid as never before. I hot out of that placid cell, which for a moment fell like hell. With the flow of air,' the utterments rose, every head young or old, man or woman got hold of that unheavenly event. Soon arrived the men of justice, Performing the folk lore of examining and judging, searching the whereabouts of "scene of crime", guarding the people from people themselves. Just then a guy came cryin' and sobbin' "Oh my dearest what has been done" said him at once. Looked as if he was close to the dead one, and yes, he was husband I heard from some. Till dawn everyone were at thier place, chattin' 'bout the whole night craze, While the kin of dead sees her for last, I stood right there keeping mourn. And still thinking the same from last night, "Why had I done it?"