Shadows of Homicide

 In the heart of a moonless night, where shadows dance and sway,
A tale of homicide, grim and dark, I’ll convey.
Beneath the eaves of a crumbling mansion, old and gray,
A secret lurks, a sinister ballet.

The victim lies in silence, cold and still, a sight
That chills the blood and freezes time. The killer, in the night,
With knife in hand, a demon’s might,
Has claimed another soul, a fleeting, fragile light.

The moon, a specter in the sky, casts eerie, ghostly glow,
As if to bear witness to the scene below.
The killer’s heart, a blackened coal, beats with a sinister flow,
A symphony of evil, a macabre show.

In the stillness, whispers echo, secrets yet untold,
Of motives dark and deeds unsold. The killer’s mind, a labyrinth,
Where madness and reason intertwine, a deadly blend.

The victim’s blood, a crimson stain, upon the floor,
A testament to life’s fragility, a cruel and bitter lore.
The killer, in the shadows, lurks, a ghostly, ghostly figure,
A harbinger of death, a sinister vigil.

In the heart of a moonless night, where shadows dance and sway,
The tale of homicide, grim and dark, is here to stay.
Beneath the eaves of a crumbling mansion, old and gray,
A secret lurks, a sinister ballet.