XXXVII
And the very first
one to sit,
Was a young fellow
named John James,
With his hand
on a tight grip,
Had sadness
running through his veins.
XXXVIII
His eyes were green
but appear blue,
His face
that is adorn by all,
With his tear
about to breakthrough,
To plain innocence
you will fall.
XXXIX
Everyone knows him
very well.
All knows
how many hearts he broke.
For all rode
the same carrousel.
Then everything
goes up in smoke.
XL
And moving on
was all easy.
He takes it
as a brand new day.
But it was unlike
with Mary,
For the hunter
becomes the prey.
XLI
The Paragon looked
straight at him.
Is that seriousness
in his eyes?
But would he confess
of his sin?
Or just storytell
what he likes?
XLII
Teary eyed,
he looked back at her.
He knows what she can't do
and can.
Almost tears
hid her face with blur,
And then
the questioning began.
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?
