A double edged sword,
Found with a blood stain.
No sign of struggle,
A crime of passion or pain?.

The quite among the siren,
Blood boiling to sustain.
Everything pristine white,
The sky started to rain.

Body nowhere to be found,
Did crime happen at all?
Everything back to normal,
What was the hustle for?

The prime time mystery,
Or the desire to destroy it all?
The professional mercenary exists,
Or the work done inside the home?.

A double edged sword,
Washed from it's stain.
The shining blade recover,
A life lost in vain.