The two sat in peaceful silence.
They we're in a quiet bar, shortly after mid-night.
The man had a beer, while his wife held her tears.
One hand around her shoulder.
One hand brushing her arm.
Her hand held up her chin.
Her face conveyed her thoughts.
His face showed no expression.
At least one hard to read.
Undersized, a real scrawny fellow.
His eyes revealed, the savage beneath.
There was a feeble glow,
from too many broken lights.
There was a dismal air,
from too many hopeless nights.
He would look to his right.
He would glance to his left.
He scanned the whole room.
He found his old friend.
Suddenly her spouse rose.
Lent her a kiss on the cheek.
Grasped his beer bottle.
Sprung like a beast.
Shattered his weapon.
Gave a brutal blow to the face.
Some men tried to stop him.
They we're moments too late.
His friend lay unconscious.
He grabbed his wife to depart.
Only beforehand he stopped.
He tore the whole place apart.
His wife's eyes then flooded.
She let out rivers of pain.
Her deceit led to murder.
Blood that forever will stain.
