Chrysanthemums scent

The room was dark, the atmosphere tense,
The sun asleep, the fog was dense.
His voice calm - his words were lies,
Deceiving sounds like flesh that dies.

A sneer on his lips,
Hands clutched on his hips,
His eyes were looking for
The girl that came in that door.

An aroma so pure - a fragrant delight,
White chrysanthemums held in her arms tight;
With narrow petals she left a trail,
A sign that tonight death will prevail.

She put the flowers in a silver vase,
Her golden hair - veil for her face,
He watched her as she crossed the room,
He could barley see her cause of the gloom.

"Where have you been?
You left the second the sunlight was dim."
She smiled without saying a word,
Slightly showing her teeth - sharp as a sword.

She drew herself closer to his chair,
She then sat down starting to stare.
"Answer my question!" - His voice low,
"Tell me now, where did you go?"

But she just stood there, being silent,
He was in anger - feeling violent.
Suddenly she got off the floor,
Smiling pretty just like before.

"Where are you going?"
He said now his anger showing,
But she wouldn't answer, she was mute,
Acting like she didn't want a dispute.

Red wine in a crystal glass was laid
An offer of forgiveness for the mistakes she made,
And the shimmer candle light was then reflected
Through the glass and in her eyes making them seem injected.

Lying in his arms now, listening to him sip the wine,
She kissed him on his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
The next moment the fragile glass was dropped
And in a few seconds his heart seemed to have stopped.

With a touch of her teeth she sent him to eternal rest
And then threw a flower on his static chest;
She left the room without looking back,
Smiling proudly of her unexpected attack.

In the darkness of the night,
A girl is holding chrysanthemums tight,
Her immortal beauty will wipe you off your feet,
Walk her path and death you'll meet.