Moonlit cafe, jazz in the background
Clock strikes 12 as my partner gets sat down
“Mad town, ain’t it?” heard him say between the sirens
But we both knew the answer so there’s no point in replying now
Someone made a call about an hour ago
About a body found, left out on Countington road
No signs of struggle, no trauma sticking out or exposed
Just a heart-shaped locket with two flowers enclosed
A single rose in a gold-tinted tunic
With an old-scented tulip wrapped around it’s fragile stem
And behind the flora’s aura was engraved a battle hymn
It read “Better find me before I do it again”
No cause of death was ever found, nor identity recovered
It resembled a cadaver that was placed to be discovered
And it only took two weeks until we found another
But this time it was the figure of our home state’s governor
Wait, wait, wait, wait, no… heart racing
The same circumstances, location, and pacing?
The same twisted flowers, same fingerprint erasing
And the same heart shape with the same gold casing?
The same engraving, but now a new message:
“This was your last chance to learn your lesson.”
A threat in/of itself, but upon further inspection
The carvings housed tainted blood samples and resin
Close examination led to find the same poison
In the body of the first victim that had been reported
Details recorded, mulled over, and considered
Were thought to be going nowhere until we received a picture
Of our victims at a party, hot and heavy, sharing hands
The governor was thought to be a faithful, married man
So when his wife was named the culprit and was rottin’ in the can
I knew that I had been successful when I had thought to lay my plan