The Perfect Crime

The moonlight accentuates her beautiful face,
She had no idea what was coming to her tonight.
My callous heart feels neither sadness nor regret,
No despondent feelings are shared as I gaze at her still face.
I met her at the gala just a fortnight ago,
Her red dress was an incandescent flame amongst the pale white dresses.
In all of the jargon going on that night I could still hear her sweet voice.
I was merely being bane for she was no joy herself.
I offered her glass of wine but she refused,
Ire flickered inside as she refused my kindness.
My face must've seemed torrid for hers showed terror.
I told her she'd regret this night, as I left.