Why, Richard, why
Did you strike your poor, young lover
Taking her life,
Her breath away
As she lay motionless beside you?

Did she fail to satisfy
Your lonely needs and lust?
Or perhaps another lover
She had taken to her heart
And threatened to leave you with memories alone.

Was it purely impulse
Or were you blinded by logic?
Did you consider the consequences,
The comedy and the tragedy
The finality of your act?

Now you sit confused
With your face in your hands
Not laughing, Richard
Not gloating or crying
Just sitting emotionless.

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