Prompt: A murder taken place in the summertime — it can be written in the point of view of the victim or the murderer.

Title: Underneath the Sunlit Lie

The sun was high, the world aglow,

A summer day that seemed so bright,

But in the shadows, secrets grow, 

And darkness hides in broad daylight.

The air was thick with heat and lies, 

As sweat and fear began to blend, 

Beneath the blue, unblinking skies, 

I planned the deed that would not end.

She laughed, her voice a summer song, 

Unaware of what I knew, 

Her trust in me, so pure, so strong, 

And yet, my thoughts, they darker grew.

The knife was cold against my skin, 

A cruel contrast to the heat, 

I felt a thrill, a twisted sin, 

In every pulse, in every beat.

We walked alone, the world seemed still, 

The trees our silent, watchful guards, 

With every step, I felt the thrill, 

And knew the end was not that far.

She turned to me with eyes so bright, 

A question forming on her lips, 

But summer's day turned into night, 

As I plunged the blade with steady grip.

Her gasp, a whisper in the air, 

A final breath that slipped away, 

Her blood, a stain on summer's fair, 

Her body crumpled where she lay.

The sun still shone, indifferent, cold, 

As if the world had not been torn, 

And I stood silent, calm, and bold, 

A murderer in the summer morn.

Now every summer's day I see, 

The warmth, the light, the skies so blue, 

Reminds me of the memory, 

Of what I did, and what I knew.