shameless blood

There was blood on the trees,its was dried by the morning breeze.The killer had gone without suspicion.His escape was a poor rendition of a previous murderers guiltless condition.The leaves wilted under the dried blood,the branches broken during the struggle footprints shown in the mud, yet not a word was spoken.It pains me to believe that this battle might have been relieved, had it not been for the notions that were so fantastically conceived.Injustice had been done in that early morning sun,when the killer cut the dead,to add to his fun, and bleed the the smile from their head.