Tiny Tragedy: The Miniature Crime Scene Board
In a world so small, yet secrets abound,
A crime scene's staged, no one around.
Tape and markers, all set in place,
Silent witnesses fill the space.
A crime scene's staged, no one around.
Tape and markers, all set in place,
Silent witnesses fill the space.
A drop of paint as blood so red,
Miniature chalk where they found the dead.
Tiny clues placed with care,
A mystery hides in every square.
Miniature chalk where they found the dead.
Tiny clues placed with care,
A mystery hides in every square.
Figures frozen in silent dread,
Scenes of crime, so neatly spread.
In miniature detail, the plot unfolds,
Stories whispered, secrets told.
Scenes of crime, so neatly spread.
In miniature detail, the plot unfolds,
Stories whispered, secrets told.
A little world of intrigue and fright,
Where day is dark, and so is night.
A diorama’s tale in silence kept,
A tiny crime, where no one wept.
Where day is dark, and so is night.
A diorama’s tale in silence kept,
A tiny crime, where no one wept.