Seeing her sleeping, Walt got out of bed.
He knew she was cheating on him anew.
The lover meant nothing, that's what she said.
Elisa was unaware that he knew.
It was the letter he found that damned her.
The letter spoke of a forbidden love.
When Walt found it, madness began to stir.
The answer hit like a bolt from above.
He laid his sharpest blade against her throat.
Whispering softly, Walt said, "Elisa?"
With smiling face, he says, "I read the note."
Slicing with the knife, he bends to kiss her.
Poor Walt, for killing his wife on a whim.
He didn't know it was written for him.
Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings?