I Saw A Second Murder Poem by James McLain

In the morning darkness deep, where night cloaks the light,
I saw a second murder's gruesome sight.
A psychopath, with madness in their stare,
Cutting and sawing at the bottom of her well and void of care.

But protections swiftly came, fierce and now you're being told,
To shield the innocent from the horror held in sight.
Yet still, the blood ran freely down her legs,
A haunting echo of the pain and now she begs.

Injustice wept, as evil sought to reign,
Yet light emerged, dispelling cruel disdain.
We stood united, hearts and souls aligned,
To heal the wounds, with love and strength combined.
I saw a second murder and?