26 July 2012
Arriving at the mansion.
The confused dinner guests dressed their best.
Awaiting a host to make a toast.
Sitting around the dinner table, introducing themselves.
Suddenly hearing the cook screaming for help.
Way to the kitchen, cooks body on the floor, the killer somewhere in the mansion.
Secret entrances & trap doors.
Colonel Mustard flustered.
Demanding everyone to the parlor.
Professor Plum checking the liquor cabinets for rum comes across a loaded gun.
A single bullet in the chamber.
Not knowing who's to blame here.
Mrs. Peacock watches the clock.
Miss Scarlett merely a harlot.
Mr. Green standing tall & lean.
Mrs. White.
Screams,
"Who turned out the light?!"
A gun shot goes off and the room lights up with a quick spark.
Just as fast back to dark.
All panicking, the lights return.
Every single one of them turn.
Eyes on Mr. Plum holding the gun.
Quickly drops it, hitting the floor, leaving a hole in the wall.
"I didn't do it!" he screams to them all.
"Then who did?" asks Mr. Green.
"I don't know but it wasn't me!" he pleas.
The only bullet he knew of had gone in the wall.
The maid standing, clutching her stomach, begins to fall.
The butler appears in the hall.
The maids sobbing cries, laying here on the couch, she dies.
The body count just rose.
Keeping everyone on their toes.
No one trusting each other.
Waiting for another to turn up dead.
They go on their way upstairs and move ahead.
Splitting into groups, walking in the same loops.
A candlestick to the back of the head.
Rope around your throat as you choke.
Another two dead.
Dropping like flies until the only left is Miss White.
The mansion dark and lurking of a cold hearted killer.
Hands clutched to her chest.
The killers waiting in his nest.
Not knowing what's in store,
Hands reaching from the trap door.
She never even knew, without a clue.
Using a knife to gut her.
So obviously it was the Butler.
CLUE • Opuss № I