XIX
The sun rose
but the snow remained.
Everyone woke up
from their dreams.
But dead Mary's murder
have wailed,
As fair justice
soundlessly screams.
XX
And all had moved on
and passed by,
The street
that was marked by distress.
Yet one person
prayed for goodbye,
To help her clean up
all the mess.
XXI
The Paragon stood
on that lane.
Both of her hands clasped
by her chin.
For the mystery
still remains,
Very clouded
and very thin.
XXII
PARAGON:
"There's no need
for you to worry.
Everything
will soon be alright."
She whispered
to dear old Mary.
"I will not let you
lose this fight."
XXIII
PARAGON:
"I promise
justice that you need.
I promise
the truth we'll reveal.
I promise you,
I will succeed
And all wounds of the past
will heal."
XXIV
PARAGON:
"So goodbye,
for now I must leave.
What you need
is to be set free.
Fly,
for it is their time to grieve.
And all of them
will plea guilty!"
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?
