77.The Murder

Hello again, today is Saturday, December 1, 2012. I'd like to share another poem with y'all, so here it is.

I walk across the midnight blue,
And look through homes like at a zoo,
To find the man without a soul,
To let his mortal life freeze cold,
And make the heart stop its tattoo,
Although it shall haunt me to choose,
If I should let him die or die,
So I chose to end the man's cries,
By letting blood flow evermore,
And painting shores with red's galore.
Learning that death was indeed stark,
In the hands of mine did angels go hark,
That a murder happened,
Me but the single part,

As always,

ZenMercury,
Keep calm, and with whom did death effect the greats? for one young man does effect the fates.