Behind the stains

Behind the shadows,is the solid rock of reality;
But shadows often hover around blood stains,
The source of which,is a succulent fruit of rumours.
One has to cut the fruit,to find the kernel of the case.
The stain carries tales of blood,blown out of bounds.
The brain has to buttress facts,bracing many rounds.
Detection is an act of draining the flow of falsehood,
To draw the essence of truth,from the source of stain.
Sometimes there flows blood,without hurting wounds;
But blood stains are ever bound to the source of a flow.
Be it one imported or exported,as a victim or an agent.
Self inflicted wounds are harder,either to trace or heal.
Surface wounds leave strong stains,spilling more blood; 
But deeper wounds cause more pain than visible stain.
Behind shadows of stains,stay the pains and their patent.
"Oh the unkindest cut of all"cried mark Antony,in agony
In a street of Rome,citing Caesar's wound,caused by Brutus. 
Between wounds motivated and those of'motiveless malignity',
Between self inflicted wounds and those caused by others,
There lie the stains with their well spun stories of their origin.
While more surmises than stuff,steal into the stories' stock
Behind the stains lie hidden,its source as a zombie,to knock.
{Note:-Zombie-a corpse revived by witchcraft.}
P. Chandrasekaran.