Daybreak 
By Laurie D. Haynes 
shannara@xemplary.com 





Category: Poem
Rating: R for violence and adult situations
Archive: Xemplary and Gossamer fine, everyone else just ask. *Posted at So Little Time with Laurie's permission*
Summary: A little poem about a case from Mulder's days in the
Violent Crime Unit



Daybreak
By  Laurie D. Haynes
shannara@xemplary.com


Agent Mulder's on the scene,
called out of bed from a broken dream.
Another prostitute's been shot,
That makes three that the killer's got.

A runaway from an abusive home,
had a bad life and now she's gone.
Mulder shakes his head and sighs,
Nasty cases when the pretty ones die.

A bloody blonde on a filthy bed,
probably two days she's been dead.
A serial killer's on the prowl.
Mulder's task is one that's foul.

A plug of Vicks to kill the scent,
then he searches for evidence.
Ashtray's got some cigarette butts.
One has lipstick, one does not.

Over there's a discarded condom,
Mulder figures he knows who from.
Forensics say there are lots of prints,
and Mulder smiles, he's won again.

Within eight hours the results are prime,
perp's prints show he did time.
His bad seed was in the rubber,
DNA will nail him for sure.

Mulder rolls, SWAT team, too.
Killer's house be surrounded soon.
Shots ring out into the night
Murderer's dead in their sights.

He fired his gun, a desperate act.
He'll kill no more, that's a fact.
Case is solved, Mulder's glad,
Less than 24 hours, that's not bad.


END