Lady of Mystery: A Black out poem using Agatha Christie novels.

From Paddington to Baghdad,
There is a tide of death,
Moving from side to side.
In the endless library.
The secret?
Party, Murder, N or M, Trap, Curtain.
Easy for the golden girl at murders,
In retrospect,
After hours of the pricking of thumbs
The Labors towards mystery with Agatha Christie.

--Leslie Q., Adult