In the shadows of the brush, calmly he waits for her to leave
Patiently he crouches, anticipation boils from what he is to achieve
Slowly the handle begins to turn, and the door creeks ajar
She takes a few steps, stumbles, drops the keys to her car
He sees is chance, moving swiftly he attacks without hesitation
Places his hand over her mouth to earn a calming sensation
He quickly pulls her back in to the house, and to a back bedroom
"Turn around this wont hurt a bit" then from a distance a muffled boom
Has he done what he came to do? A body lies helplessly on the floor
The woman still weeping, looks up and sees another man standing in the door
"Ma'am, are you okay?" As the man enters the room, badge shining in the moonlight
You are one lucky lady, your neighbor happened to notice the fight
"Thank you! Thank you!" crawling towards the sheriff through the mess
The body turns and then a flash, with his dying breath his hand comes to rest
He finished his goal; the object of his obsession lies dead next to him
The sheriff falls to catch, her but he's too late she goes limb in every limb
As the blood pools on the floor the moonlight illuminates the room
Out of the floorboards and orchid begin to grow, soon it reaches full bloom
Just as fast as came to be, it falls over, withers and dies.
The clouds roll across the moon and a sorrow fills the skies
If you watch closely on certain nights, their ghost replay the events
Crime of passion, or random event, only the spirits know what was meant.