CLXXXVII
PARAGON:
"A lovely reunion
it is.
Here the four of you stand,
I see.
John James, Emma,
Amber, Travis.
Any last words?
Any last plea?"
CLXXXVIII
The green-eyed young man
moved to reach,
The hand he knew
would save his soul.
Seems her newly healed heart
had flinched,
From memories
she can't control.
CLXXXIX
The Paragon moved
one square back.
She heavily
guarded her line.
The young man
steps for an attack,
And a piece
of her's undermined.
CXC
PARAGON:
This endgame
cannot be delayed.
"Careful young man
you're a loose piece,
No matter
how you counterplay,
There's no forgiveness,
no surcease."
CXCI
The orchestra
started playing,
A melody
increasing stress.
The audience gasped
while watching,
The concluding moves
of this chess.
CXCII
TRAVIS:
Her raged
revealed itself freely,
As if
all her senses had drowned,
'Till Travis called on her,
"Mary."
And the Paragon
turned around.
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?
