CXXXIX
The Paragon
entered the room.
Eye to eye
with such intense glare,
And the pointing fingers
resumed.
As one last soul
sat on the chair.
CXL
She had seen
this young man before,
During that moment
on the street.
But it's not that clear
anymore.
The memory
seems incomplete.
CXLI
Across the table
she seated,
Determined to
finish this case.
Tensed emotions
around drifted,
As sweat and shiver
filled the space.
CXLII
The saved recording
continued.
The Paragon
felt iciness,
Could this feeling
be certitude?
Of this last,
of missing pieces?
CXLIII
And now
each second is crucial,
And only one word
could end this.
But could this be
an acquittal?
There could only be
two choices.
CXLIV
The Paragon stood
so sturdy,
With last hope
to win this last stand,
And fit
this one last piece tightly.
Now the jigsaw
is almost done.
YOU ARE READING
The Curtain Call on The Murder of Mary
PoetryWhen one young woman heartlessly drops, who else could assemble together the shattered pieces to unriddle the story of her demise?
