Under my cloak, and the blade was wet.
Just open that cabinet there and see
The strange red rustiness on it yet.
A calm that was dead as dead could be
Numbed me: I seized my chalks to trace—
What think you?—Judas Iscariot's face!
I just had finished the scowl, no more,
When the shuffle of feet drew near my door
(We lived together, you know I said):
Then wide they flung it, and on the floor