LXXIX
PARAGON:
"Seems courage pumps
with your heartbeat.
But you're fighting
for the wrong war.
It's never too late
to retreat,
Before all turns
to a vile scar."
LXXX
Emma slammed the table
and stood.
How dare her
say what she just said.
Her anger
she pushed and she pulled.
You just can't force love
to just end.
LXXXI
EMMA:
"I am a queen,
I need my king,
To be forever
by my side.
Like two kingdoms
tied with a string,
We are enemies
and allies."
LXXXII
EMMA:
"And I will not care
which is which,
For I know
this love will come through.
I can simply
rebuild the bridge,
For all to pass
and continue."
LXXXIII
And at her,
the Paragon smirked.
Does this Emma knows
what she speaks?
She is too blinded
with his dirt.
And all his lies
and his techniques.
LXXXIV
PARAGON:
"You've been conquered
by a monarch,
Who's conquered
many other lands.
Yet despite
his well known trademark.
You quite refuse
to understand."
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?
