Captured By Terror

Her eyes darted
around the room
the faces winced,
the pain was felt.
The broken roses
laid upon the floor,
the shattered mirror
held the terror.

The police were called,
the hearse arrived.
The manor received
a dozen more who
were just looky loos
gawking at the body
there upon the floor.
The death was instant.

As the night rolled
in the library darkened
the lights were turned
off at the fuse box.
Every elusion
was laid to rest
every disillusion
was still as the night.

Captured by horror
the terror , the fright.
The slithering suspect
had got away.
The group of mourners
in the graveyard cried.
Their tears fell silently
upon the earthly grave.

A final farewell
the flowers were dropped
the silent mourners
walked slowly away.
Into the darkness
still lied a light
that embraced them
in God's Heaven.