XLIX
JOHN JAMES:
"She was sunshine
behind the clouds.
She was a flower
but a weed.
She was what's certain
beyond doubts.
A caged bird
that was never freed."
L
JOHN JAMES:
"In the darkness
she finds comfort.
By herself
and always alone."
Her name
he silently muttered.
"It's sad to know
that now she's gone."
LI
PARAGON:
"Like she's rest
in the afternoon?
You spoke of her
with all your heart.
Like a flower
about to bloom,
And an unfinished
piece of art."
LII
JOHN JAMES:
"She was nothing
but black and white.
For she was
but a timid girl.
But she was beauty
beyond light.
I saw her as
an unfeigned pearl."
LIII
PARAGON:
"So you say
you had eyes on her?
She was different
from the rest?
And you liked her
for what she were?
And your feelings
for her progressed?"
LIV
PARAGON:
"There's one more thing
I'd like to ask.
About the girl
you knew that died.
I need you
to fill in the blank.
Where were you
on that tragic night?"
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?
