Death shadows,
Over the empty house,
He looks upon,
The girl and the gunshot wound,
Through her ivory temple,
Spattered beautifully,
With fresh, crimson tears,
He witnesses her,
Breathing for the last time,
Before he takes,
Life from her discarded body,
And hears her last thought,
Echoing within the dark room,
He listens as she wonders:
*How will he find out?