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.