CHAPTER 4

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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!"

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