By light of winter moon
it came
rippling through the boundary
between nightmare and reality.
Penetrating the sleeping sanctity of night
like cold steel into soft flesh.
Melting through the locked doors
and decorator-painted walls
of upscale suburbia
until the hunt was consummate.
Subdued with whispered pretense,
lured into the basement of home
Where it left her;
green eyes glassy in death
lifeless reflections of a murderer unknown;
On to chronicle the murder stage
Writing paragraphs of kidnapping
Lies to stupefy and shift blame
Errors corrected and names named
Task completed with dawn soon to come
Exits through the portal of secrecy
into the changing hues of mourning.
