She Walks These Halls 
  
I came to her 
one night before bed 
I killed her thinking 
she'd been with another instead 
  
My wife 
I slayed 
And where no one could find 
her body I laid 
  
Time continues 
as do all things 
Then my innocent wife 
came a-visiting 
  
She would come to the meals 
Which with friend I would share 
She would come to my room 
When with women I would care 
  
She would come 
in grief 
For my green rage 
had made her life brief 
  
Her face 
much like the one she wore that night 
Her face filled with innocence 
pain and fright 
  
Now too I lay dead 
by my own hand 
For this sin I am forbid 
to lay in concencrated land 
  
While of me 
many may know 
While of my wife 
there is nothing but bones 
  
She walks these halls 
wearing innocence veil 
She visits the site 
where my trust did fail 
  
Nobody knows 
Nobody sees 
Nobody knows 
But me 
  
  
Stephni Warner 
August 19, 2000