Lady Christine's Murder

Where were you this morning, I ask?

It's my job to complete this task;

The greater you sight in silence,

You are culprit of the violence.

Yet here you are... nicely pristine...

It's a shame that Lady Christine

Could not undo the necklace clip,

For now she is dead, at my hip.

I holster the voice of truth

Because the dear lady – forsooth,

I know it only to be true –

Also knew that her husband – blue

Faced, from a grizzly thawed morning –

Sly, sold you out without warning.

Let me again ask: where were you?

… Your clandestine attempt to do

Nothing but silence is virtue

To your ancestor's curtly view.

However, it gets you nowhere

With the ice law that is a bear.

So, came in from wind and rain

You say that all was calm, no grain

Of evidence that suggests why

These muddy footprints I can spy

Are reciprocals of your tread?

Yet, here noble genteel lies dead.

Let me come in at new angles:

Husband says, 'tall, proud man strangles

His lady before his restrained,

Drugged watch'; I doubt which it was feigned,

For the Doctor returned the truth:

He was drugged and your work uncouth.

Thereby your alibi shrunken,

To ask, then, where your view's sunken?

… Finally, you admit presence.

Did you – after shooting pheasants –

On what was a cool, ghastly noon –

Poison the lord to get a swoon,

Free as one might, on his partner?

Motive, then, if you will. Charter?

Treasury? Gold, money, jewels?

… What? Neither! For her look, like fuels

In a chimney soot of despair,

Was not so innocent to care,

For you to strike her down simply

On the twisted mask so deathly,

For your smile that came to land there.

To cover the marks with her hair.

You, beastly fool in such dark slate,

Who could slay a lamb in light so late –

Doth lost their heart in evil deeds,

If ever there was in bad seeds.

To cover up what hath been done,

But it is I who shall have won.

… Say no more of your part to play,

Your cold manner is here to stay

In shackles of wrought iron and

Pain, of Justice in this right land.

Not of look that knifed her with fear

Of your being there? No. Endear

My interrogations longer:

To court with you, law is stronger.

And justice it finds from such a

Case as this. It is devil's play.