The Lady most Unladylike

Running through the empty streets,
Hidden in the night.
Under the cover of darkness,
The lady most unladylike stayed out of sight.

Graceful, elegant, not the words for her.
Blood on her hands, knife in her pocket. 
Murdered the man she loved the most,
But kept his picture in her locket.

The lady most unladylike tossed him in the river.
Tear drops streamed from her eyes. 
She never thought the man she loved,
Would be a man to despise. 

Heard the racket he was making,
The lady most unladylike worried.
Thinking her loved one was in danger she dashed,
Up the stairs she hurried. 

Her loved one lay in their king sized bed,
But the woman he lay by was not his wife. 
The lady most unladylike got her revenge,
By taking her loved ones life.