Murder

Murder was the cause of death,
The detective said today,
The victim met with cold revenge,
You could tell it by the way.

The murder weapon was still present,
Like a statement to the town,
The body was found in clear plain sight,
Lying there on the ground.

The reason for the cold revenge,
Only god above would know, The way the blade was sticking out,
The way the blood did flow.

The victim's body was stiff and still,
The man's body was cold to touch,
A deep slice line across his neck,
The blade deep within his crotch.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,
The detective's words were clear,
Nothing can summon an anger like that,
And it's something for you to fear.