I got my second case today
about a kidnap victim killed.
I pour myself into the fray.
Into my head, the facts are drilled.
The murder scene is just outside,
with photos and a ransom note.
The tears she cried by now have dried.
I see her scarf around her throat.

It's tied into a sailor's knot.
Her eyes are bulging 'bout to pop.
I really want this bastard caught.
Until he is, I'll never stop.
Upon her chest is carved a cross.
The blood from it is dripping down.
I wonder who would feel her loss.
I turn attention to her gown.

No trace of red is visible.
So, she was nude when she was cut.
It must have made her mis'rable.
Intestines leak outside her gut.
Her clothes are neatly folded now,
with bra and panties in a pile.
I cross my heart and make a vow,
that I will go the extra mile.

The gown itself is cut in two.
A straighter line can not be bought.
I recognize this as a clue.
She was restrained or would have fought.
The thought of drugs occurs to me.
She has a record after all.
No needle marks that I can see.
Her missing flyer, I recall.

I see the black typed ransom note,
and using tweezers, open wide.
I can't believe the words he wrote.
He promises a homicide,
for ev'ry day the moon is full.
Avoidance of this beastly fate,
requires that money must be pulled,
from banks before it's way too late