the locket

Moonlit café
 Jazz in the background
 Clock strikes 12 as my partner gets sat down
 Mad town, ain't it?
 Heard him say between the sirens
 But we both knew the answer, so there's no point in replying now
 Someone made a call about an hour ago
 About a body found, left out on Countington Road
 No signs of struggle, no trauma sticking out or exposed
 Just a heart shaped locket with two flowers enclosed
 A single rose in a gold tinted tunic
 With an old scented tulip wrapped around its fragile stem
 And behind the flora's aura was engraved a battle hymn
 It read "Better find me before I do it again"
 No cause of death was ever found, nor identity recovered
 It resembled a cadaver that was placed to be discovered
 And it only took two weeks until we found another
 But this time it was the figure of our home state's governor
 Wait, wait, wait, wait, no...
 Heart racing
 The same circumstances, location, and pacing?
 The same twisted flowers, same fingerprint erasing?
 And the same heart shape with the same gold casing?
 The same engraving, but now a new message
 "This was your last chance to learn your lesson."
 A threat in of itself, but upon further inspection
 The carvings housed tainted blood samples and resin
 Close examination led to find the same poison
 In the body of the first victim that had been reported
 Details recorded, mulled over, and considered
 Were thought to be going nowhere
 Until we received a picture
 Of our victims at a party, hot and heavy, sharing hands
 The governor was thought to be a faithful, married man
 So when his wife was named the culprit and was rottin' in the can
 I knew that I had been successful when I'd thought to lay my plan