Amidst shadows deep, in a grim, forsaken lair,
A bloodbath unfurls, a tail of dark despair
Crimson rivers weave their gruesome symphony,
As secrets, shattered, reveal a grim conspiracy.

A broken mirror, shareds of chaos reflect,
Whispers of betrayal, a sinister dialect.
The echoes of struggle, life's final plea,
In this crime scene drama, no soul goes free.

Detectives chase the truth, through twisted paths they tread,
A puzzle in the shadows, where lies have spread.
The bloodbath's mystery, a twisted chilling math,
In this noir tableau, where evil leaves its wrath.
© Ezra Briscoe