The snow fell silently
covering the grimy streets
in a wonderful pearlescent
white blanket.

Light from the street lamps,
reflected their warm orange glow
in the frosted windows.

No sound could be heard,
a wonderful calming silence
was all around.

The only trace of evil,
was the trail of footprints
leading to the Chapel door.

It would be morning before
anyone would discover
the bloodied bodies on the floor.