The Dagger Falls

The dagger falls
Steel on stone
A spark
A stain
Red on chrome

Life blood flows
A pool
Paints the floor
A pulse
That beats no more

The candle flickers
Casting twisted shadows in its' throes
Like dancing demons with reaching fingers
Waiting for a frenzied feast
Of a forlorn soul

Then the darkness
Smothers the victim and hides the crime
The blade and blood no longer found
Demons leap with shrill thrill
On the forlorn ghost