Locus delicti
Metallic, copper rusty musk, rich in mineral scent. Poured and spilled most every place, the killer lacked relent. Severed beauty, grotesque the scene, a detective paced and reeled! For what became of Dahlia's fate He prayed would be revealed. Obsession was an understate a tangled mess he craved. A challenge case was luscious fruit if proper chase it gave. Officers, they turned their heads Even the coroner wept. But steady hand and careful note The detective stayed and kept. He stroked his beard, considering. How could this come to be? He whispered soft to lifeless corpse, "Dahlia, please talk to me." With hair that shined like purest silk So dark, obsidian black. Her skin was cream and curious her eyes he peeled them back. So blue! So blue so rare and pale He took them to his dreams. She came to him and what was shown did tear him at the seams. Exhibition of the crime brought pleasure to his mind. He relished in the misery of mystery left behind. Miles of...
