The moonlight shone on her pale face,

And her luscious locks fanned around her.

Her blood stained the light pink lace,

And house had never been this peaceful, despite the murder.

The antique dagger lay by her side,

And her hands clutched a letter opener.

For even during death she fought, didn't hide,

And her stormy grey eyes never looked more sure.

~*~

So my friend is fascinated by murder and gave me a prompt to make murder look beautiful.

Did I succeed?

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