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Softly creeping,there she was, weepingand carefully keepingher secret safe.Lost in the hall,mirrors large and small,she could only crawland inch forward.Everywhere,she could only stareinto the horrid glare;blindingly bright.Without a nickeltruly in a pickle She was definitely fickle,she is dirt broke.This lass would not mope,always flowing with hope,finding an envelope,holding a coin.Grinning with gleeShe does quickly fleeTo hide under a treeHer prize in hand.For you see, it is gold,Very shiny, yet so old,In the palm, icy cold,It is priceless.Life had been cruelPoverty the ruleNow a precious gold jewelHer fortune changed.Her life could changesuch things to arrangestill it seemed rather strangewho left it here?There was no markjust one smudge quite darkon white envelope starkso none can say.Smudge like dried blood,or a splash from mud;the thought makes her heart thud.SpeculateSlight tinge of redsomeone may be deadthat thought filled her with dreadfear now takes hold.What pain endured,violence assured,her soul though was allured,glittering gold.Such a treasuregives her much pleasurevalue beyond measurewell worth the risk.Hidden away,nobody could say,suspicion shed allay,the gold was hers.One thief sulkingSilently skulkingA large brute quite hulkingShe must beware.It was somewhere,His treasure so fair,He had planned with such care,But where's the gold?Just one sweet tasteOf fortune make hasteThere is no time to wasteIt must be found.A noise ahead,She heard a soft tread,Her heart pounded in dread,Someone was there.His movement slight,She's breathless from fright,Utter darkness of night,Footsteps behind.Fear swirls aroundHow hard her heart poundsA crescendoing soundShe has to flee.Chill of knowing,Her anguish growing,Flash of metal showing,In beam of light.The blade through air,Misses by a hair,Jumps away from danger,Flight is the way.Fleeing the knifeHer heart filled with strifeRunning fast for her lifeLost in her fear.His prey now cagedHe follows enragedA predator engagedThrill of the hunt.His hand closed roundHer arm he had foundRoughly she spun around,Greed in his eyes.Screams held at bayTrembling fears obeyIn vain jerking awayShe drops the coin.Tumbling it fallsThey both gasp appalledTo his knees in a crawlThe gold is all.Time to change courseAnd push him with forceFrantic need rushes forthTo keep her prize.Powered by frightUsing all her mightOutlined faint in the nightThe knife and coin.Sensing her chanceShe makes an advanceKnife in hand power stanceGrabs for her gold.She has his prizeFear shines in his eyesHer anger starts to riseHate in her soul.Trembling conscienceSoft breaths in silenceSeduced by pure vengeanceHer fateful choice.It's time she foughtHow many she thoughtTheir brief spans lived for naughtDied on his blade.All thoughts departOne lunge at his heartSorrow's glance and pain sharpShe holds him tight.His spirit fadesShe matches his gazeCold eyes locked in the hazeWatching him die.Their thoughts now meshHis last gasping breathHer soul stained by his deathToo numb for tears.What has she lost?She ponders the costIcy tendrils of frostHarden her soul.Guilt she will shunTrue justice was doneOne last glance she must runBlood on her hands.Running so fastFeet crushing the grassThe coin hers at long lastNo one would know.All this a dreamHer coin to redeemNo more perils foreseenShe seeks shelter.And, somewhere behind,gloved hands reach to findthe lifeless body enshrinedin the gutter.Scratching the ear,of faithful hound near,he ponders on the fearon the dead man's face.The hound sniffs roundA trail he has foundHe takes off with a boundThe chase is on.Badge flashes bright:pinned on chest, plain sight,and he grips beatstick tight;jaw grimly set.A faint red printOn blades silver glintHis eyes narrow to squintA priceless clue.Small fingers foughtwith large ones; each soughtfor control. This gross plotcoagulates.She hears a howlPolice on the prowlFor this murder most foulPanic stricken.Like Sherlock Holmes,in the famous tomes,the Law and his dog combsrain-slicked alleys.Mind most acuteRelentless pursuitDo they search for a brute?Puzzle solving.Senses focusedA trail in the dustHis face darkens perplexedPrints are too small.Stolen disguiseAlibi of liesTo the broker who buysRare and precious.Sigh of reliefHer time there was briefFeels safe in her beliefNo one will know.IntuitionBuyer suspicionHis new acquisitionCaptured on film.Blame to allayHe calls right awayThe reaction dismayThey know this girl.With new attireSoul cleansed by wild fireAs proof burns in the pyreSmiling triumph.Flames burning brightDeep into the nightEyes gleaming with the lightFire consumes all.Tendrils of smokeSurround like a cloakAnd do snooping provokeFor one did watch.What was achievedThey could not believeWhat their eyes did percieveWhat did she do.Smug she departsConvinced of her smartsDetectives mapping chartsNow search the park.Thoughts percolateHis mind calculatesHe increases his gaitThe chase is on.Trace DNAThe lab calls to sayIn the ashes did layHer name is known.A bark does emitAlthough he said quitSparks inside dimly litMadness lurks inside.Reason is blindDesperate to findEvery clue left behindHe wants justice.A sword he do wieldNever shall he yieldNot even in a fieldFor the weeds do fall fast.She tries to hideHe knows that she liedWith cold logic appliedTruth will come out.Here lies a threadPulled from some breadIt glows faintly redIt's my yo-yo!To no availShe tries to derailHe is mired in detailToo many clues."So when did you eat?"He asked. "For the love of Pete!"She replied. "Just be sweet;Look, here's my pork."Behind those closed doorsFar off in the moorsWhere temptation soarsWicked deeds are performed.Nasty deeds will come:Whilst drinking Red RumWomen get lectured at someHeadmaster's whim.The sound of a spankMakes my senses bow and thankAnd if I can really be frankIt tugs at my thirst.Strange tales do swirlBut what of the girlSearching for a black pearlSeduced by greed.And what of the sightSeen only upon nightWhispered to give frightOf what lurks under the bed.Twisted is the brainof the lady needing pain.Can she be insane?'Tis hard to find out.Looking for a purseWith gold and pearls that were hersTutankhamen's curseIntruded her mind.Glittering lootOwnership disputeAuthority pursuitThieves betrayal.Diamonds galoreSettling the scoreAnd digging for moreUnder Godfatherly Eyes.From the lips, an escapeCrimson trickle down the napeUpon soft skin, perfect drapeWith a lick, it is gone.His blood infectedAnd gender, in time, correctedSurreptititously subjectedTo the vampires' old ways.Such crazy talesOne old man regalesDetective who still trailsThe girl hiding.Hidden in a shackShe can't return on trackArms bound behind her backShe moans on the attic floor.Bound feet kickingAround - those brutes trickingHer to walk in, snickeringAt her helplessness.Inhale of scentMadness in the pale gentAll reason gone and wentOh those crimson drops.That hanky was cuteBut now it's bound over her snootOh the dirty bruteTactics employed!Now two new gentsSpeak with strange accentsBizarre chain of eventsPolice confused."They gave us ze argent!What could we zay, M'sieur Agent?Ze bank did not wantEven any thanks!"Shaking their headTo focus insteadOn the evening's bloodshedWitness dismissed.Capone is coming!Make sure no gun runningTonight, or a stunningSurprise lies ahead.I'm dead, so what?Can't be injured or cut!Eternity's made me a nutNow, about that neck!The veins stood out,When she gave a shout,To dissuade the old lout,Help if you can.There is this thirstUpon waking, it's firstFrom the vein, lovely burstCrimson wine, you be mine.Drunk from such greedCompulsion drives needWhat a dastardly deedCorruption won.Illegal fundUsed for culprits scound-relish behaviour. Boundshe landed on the tray.Writhing on tableEscape, she's not ableHands tied, velvet cableShe sighs wild lust.Dark rose blooming,a day moon loomingthe sweet smell perfumingour memories.Moon whispers downCome out of the groundDude, new blood to be foundHe clawed his way up.Lady waitingby cool brook playing,a willow tree shadingher sweet flushed face.Lurking in darkEyes filled with sparkPulse sends it's harkThe Shadow doth pounce.She thinks quickly,steps aside slickly,said Shadow dives strictlyforward and fails.He grabs at air,But she was just there!Her pulse so sweet and rare,The hunger soars.Her time bidingwhile babes are crying,and old people dying. Yet time stands still.
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