[Song Inspiration: Killing Strangers – Marilyn Manson] It was supposed to be easy. Just a routine traffic stop to close out the shift, and then a nice long three-day weekend… Spend some time with the fiancée… Watch some football with a couple close friends… Maybe fire up the grill one more time before it got too cold… Three whole days off. Just a routine traffic stop. It was supposed to be easy. Officer Maxwell was staked out between the north and southbound lanes of U.S. Route 27 near Decatur, facing north. It was dark – the middle of the night or early in the morning, depending on one’s perspective. All of his lights were off; a simple but effective speed trap for the hour. The night had been uneventful – quiet – and he was fine with that. Why get worked up before a long weekend? He was just finishing off the last off his lukewarm coffee when the red BMW M6 whizzed by, making him fumble his thermos. “Son of a bitch!” he shouted, shaking off the mess and switching his lights

A huff and a puff Ruffle and tweet As the sun arose with birds' chirrups so sweet Melody rising, temperate its beat Its song awakens everything it greets The yolk of the sun Dyeing colours they run Across the grazing grassy estate Creatures that flutter, spread wings to fly Met its dawn greeting as it slowly passed by I gazed at the sun and the winds as both played Gale and free-wheeling, spirited they As I watched, I coveted with ache Alas, such sweetness, I was not to partake Alas such a hope then, in me did forsake Then came a breeze as the winds came sighing by Prodding me reasons to explain to it why My spirits were grey’d inconsolable dismay I am disheartened I’d said with emotions displayed It looked at me solemnly and nodded its head It lingered a while, its lips twitched as it paced Untying a knot which lay unattended as tendril’d flowers make’d The wind smiled, a sparkle in its eyes The morning glow had coloured it bright The wind had no form No face does it