Champagne

Champagne

I don’t know why
I was hiding from you.

The champagne was absolutely delicious
that we drank from the tall blue crystal bottles on the table.

Its sweetness
in contrast
to the horrific death scene
before us.

As the scythe
sliced off your head ,
I saw it fall to the floor
below the kitchen sink.

Your golden curls
Now sticky
with wet blood.

But you weren’t
a beautiful blonde
with cascading
shimmering curls.

You were an old
sinister evil man
with red eyes
and an wicked plan
for mankind.

I think I stopped you

Your champagne
was delicious