A sly grin across the face,
The splatter of blood across a lone window pane.
A single scream fills the air
The shadow of death creeping away from the door.

Maniacal laughter bellows through the alley,
Poison flows through the veins.
A thud against the cobblestone ground,
The last breath seeping through the lips.

Justice has dealt its final blow
Though friend or foe shall not be known until morning.
Will all be avenged at the break of dawn?
The morning light shines upon the victim.

As the light of dawn breaks the night sky
Victims of the twilight become known
The lady detective, seeker of truths,
The sneaky assassin, the simple commoner.

With the death of many, comes the guilt of all
Fingers point, lies are told.
Heads turn, voices raise
The lynching begins as the day ends.

As the eyes of many faces turn
To face the victim of the people
Who shall die, who did they rid?
Down goes a vigilante, never to slay again.

Through day and night
The slaughter continues,
Until down to three upon day four,
Protector, Killer, Populus they.

"It wasn't me!" all three shout
For only one killer there is
If some are trusted, and others not
Who shall leave victorious?

The lynching begins, the beginning of the end
The final noose around the head
The vote comes down to the protector, she
And down falls the final victim.

As time returns, the victor emerges
The killer has taken his reward
Through lies and slander, the maniac rose
To take his final VENGEANCE.