XCVII
The tired Paragon
had hit pause,
Her chess is taking
a new route.
She's already losing
her pawns,
Careful,
or the pin's absolute.
XCVIII
This might just end
to a dead draw,
With the king hunt,
she must hurry.
Yes,
throw in a little tempo,
For this check's
for dear old Mary.
XCIX
PARAGON:
She sighed
and ran through her fingers,
Ran through
the memory of her,
Ran through
dear old Mary's pictures,
Praying,
she'd find her the answer.
C
But could all this
be a mistake?
Theories
have just multiplied.
Her reputation
is at stake.
Was all this
just plain suicide?
CI
But no conclusion
should be made.
The Paragon
must move forward.
Let's resume
with the masquerade.
Before unmasking
gets awkward.
CII
And who does love
beau monde scandals?
Attends the best parties
in town?
Does killer heels,
kill with labels?
Does Amber
have bloodstained ballgowns?
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?
