May 8, 2011

Clue Come True

Rain, thunder, lightning,
A storm brews outside.
Guests come unknowing
The danger inside.

Trying to make sense,
Searching for answers,
All rapt in suspense,
The unease festers.

Sudden deaths occur.
Overcome with fear,
The guests all concur
Things must be made clear.

A search yields results,
The killer casts blame.
Help comes, the guests leave
Never to be the same.

Is it weird to stray from the rhyme scheme a little in the last stanza?

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