CXXXIII
The Paragon
breathe heavily,
Out the frozen window
she stared.
Was everything done
hastily?
Now she feels
uncertain and scared.
CXXXIV
But out in that cold
stands Mary.
She felt
that she've seen this girl smiled.
There she is,
uncold, unwary,
That old Mary
she knew that died
CXXXV
PARAGON:
She closed her eyes
and walked away,
Yet she can't help
but turn around.
"There should only be,
as they say,
Only one sheriff
in the town."
CXXXVI
PARAGON:
"I know
what you always wanted,
But it is time
I take control.
Streets won't be
forever haunted,
Old friend,
it's time to free your soul."
CXXXVII
And so
the girl had then vanished,
Disappeared from
the windowpane.
The race is near
at the finnish,
It's almost end
for this campaign.
CXXXVIII
All seems
to heat their way around.
This winter
will soon be over.
When the cold white snow
clears the ground,
Things will certainly
get clearer.
YOU ARE READING
The Curtain Call on The Murder of Mary
PoesíaWhen one young woman heartlessly drops, who else could assemble together the shattered pieces to unriddle the story of her demise?
