CXXVII
How many pieces
had been tossed?
This girl,
this Amber can't gain ground.
No,
the Paragon hasn't lost,
There still stand,
the royals, the crowned.
CXXVIII
Amber has always
been a hole,
There seems a tiny
time trouble,
People like her
can't be controlled,
Now the clock ticks
and tocks double.
CXXIX
You know
she is no beginner.
For a tour,
she gallops the knight.
She tries
to play a persuader,
For a lawyer's
no oversight.
CXXX
She's trying
to bargain a win.
She knows
her strength and weaknesses,
But can't forever
hide her skin
Behind
her well-heeled fortresses.
CXXXI
She's throwing in
a little kick,
Knows how to play
a little shot.
A little push,
a little flick,
Can turn to endgame
of a plot.
CXXXII
Some pieces
are still standing,
Most squares
are already empty,
Amber's trying
some unpinning.
It's time
to bring out the lady.
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?
