the locket - Nohidea

Moonlit cafe, jazz in the background

Clock strikes 12 as my partner gets sat down

«Mad town, ain’t it?"heard him say between the sirens

But we both knew the answer so there’s no point in replying now

Someone made a call about an hour ago

About a body found, left out on Countington road

No signs of struggle, no trauma sticking out or exposed

Just a heart-shaped locket with two flowers enclosed

A single rose in a gold-tinted tunic

With an old-scented tulip wrapped around it’s fragile stem

And behind the flora’s aura was engraved a battle hymn

It read «Better find me before I do it again»

No cause of death was ever found, nor identity recovered

It resembled a cadaver that was placed to be discovered

And it only took two weeks until we found another

But this time it was the figure of our home state’s governor

Wait, wait, wait, wait, no… heart racing

The same circumstances, location, and pacing?

The same twisted flowers, same fingerprint erasing

And the same heart shape with the same gold casing?

The same engraving, but now a new message:

«This was your last chance to learn your lesson.»

A threat in/of itself, but upon further inspection

The carvings housed tainted blood samples and resin

Close examination led to find the same poison

In the body of the first victim that had been reported

Details recorded, mulled over, and considered

Were thought to be going nowhere until we received a picture

Of our victims at a party, hot and heavy, sharing hands

The governor was thought to be a faithful, married man

So when his wife was named the culprit and was rottin' in the can

I knew that I had been successful when I had thought to lay my plan