Can you suggest a title, i'm not creative enough and I think everyone here could come up with something nice? Consider this part one of my murder mystery trilogy! Sorry if i've set this out a bit like cluedo.
Gripped like steel unto something so cold
a perilous blade embraced through my hold.
My mind thrashes with a hurricane agility
whilst my chest punches with a fierce hostility.
My target is not one without imposing wealth.
Talking to socialites, drinking to his health,
how ironic to see such an effort go to waste.
With life being disposable, he'll be replaced.
Discreetly undercover, guise as a tycoon
to deliver impact with effect like a typhoon.
As the extravagent chardonnay is drunk
down to the dank cellar, more in the trunk.
I look down the steps that pave my task
remembering soon in glory i will bask.
As a manica, in the dark i'll wildly flail
waiting for the hot gush, i'll not fail.
When dagger penetrates flesh, warm rush
a blood curdle muffled by a quick hush.
As a blade squelches through, my disgust
is dispelled by my crazily ambitious lust.
The cold, unmoving corpse, not at rest,
but my heart is sedated, i did my best.
Into wilderness with my shroud like coat.
He's in the cellar with a shredded throat.
Gripped like steel unto something so cold
a perilous blade embraced through my hold.
My mind thrashes with a hurricane agility
whilst my chest punches with a fierce hostility.
My target is not one without imposing wealth.
Talking to socialites, drinking to his health,
how ironic to see such an effort go to waste.
With life being disposable, he'll be replaced.
Discreetly undercover, guise as a tycoon
to deliver impact with effect like a typhoon.
As the extravagent chardonnay is drunk
down to the dank cellar, more in the trunk.
I look down the steps that pave my task
remembering soon in glory i will bask.
As a manica, in the dark i'll wildly flail
waiting for the hot gush, i'll not fail.
When dagger penetrates flesh, warm rush
a blood curdle muffled by a quick hush.
As a blade squelches through, my disgust
is dispelled by my crazily ambitious lust.
The cold, unmoving corpse, not at rest,
but my heart is sedated, i did my best.
Into wilderness with my shroud like coat.
He's in the cellar with a shredded throat.