The storm in her mind swirls a blustery trail Smashing her thoughts to shades of red Fragments of colour like autumnal leaves Light the fires inside her head A crimson river meanders out Across the floor beneath her feet It frames the bloodied corpse, so still As she sweetly starts to weep At first a drop and then the tears Rain softly, from her core They soak the dagger in her hand And cleanse away the gore She kneels beside him, drops the sword Rests her cheek upon his chest The storm subsides and she is calm But he is gone, she has no-one left She kisses his bloodless lips so cold So silent after the rain She hides a smile, she is avenged! He will never be unfaithful again.