He thought he saw her upon the stair
But when he looked back she wasn’t there
“An illusion,” he thought, “A trick of the light”
After all it was at night
But the next day – in the rear view mirror
“Was that her again?” getting nearer
How could it be – that there was this presence?
He had been so careful
To hide the evidence
He headed back to where the body lay
The grave was untouched covered in clay
But the visions continued
She appeared repeatedly
He had to to know – had to go and see
So with shovel in hand
He turned the soil
The smell alone made him recoil
But the evidence was clear,
His guilt to attest
Just as the police arrived
And made the arrest
Padre
Padre's Ramblings 