Crime Scene

A soft evening: misty rain and candlelight,
Comfort food feeding a patient appetite.
Flames lick at the feet, warm and bright,
Match the heat within, out of sight.

A thrill of danger snaps with a bite—
The game of deception taking flight.
Charmed laughs and blushes might seem trite—
They kill silently without fight.

A fool falls from imagined height,
Crushed beneath a vengeful might.
Screams of horror, such delight—
Farewell now, have a good night.

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