An evening in February

It was the evening in February,
Dark, as it always been.
No stars, but the glooming streetlights,
Very uncommon, very uncertain.
"Very unromantic" I muttered
"Very unpleasant" I mumbled
For what I was going to do,
Very inappropriate evening it was.
It never been a piece of cake,
For me to propose a girl,
But the night was foreshadowing,
Somthing uncomfortable, Making me dizzy
I went to the balcony,
Glanced at her house,
A crowd have gathered,
A raven, with his caws.
"Why is that for", I mumbled
Ran down the stairs, I tumbled
Penetrated the dense crowd,
I quivered and crumbled.
My eyes gone radical,
The pupils gone wild,
My iris stretched in,
I cried like a child.
I saw cruelty,
What I saw was her demise,
Some animal have killed her,
After raping her twice.
Her sunflower like pupils,
Now damned as cold winter,
Her warm aroma,
Is now dented and wrinkled.
It was the night of February,
I was stated a murderer,
And sentenced to be hanged,
After killing the victimizer.