CIII
It was quite
a story she spun.
To Mary,
Amber was no friend.
Everyone knew
what she had done.
Censure
was permanently penned.
CIV
And the difference
was all clear.
Always knocked down
dear old Mary,
She was one
nasty cavalier.
Amber had no spot
for pity.
CV
Yet despite all
who had witness,
No one tried
to stop her evil,
Because money
brands you sinless,
And that
you lead with no equal.
CVI
And she sat,
full of confidence,
She crossed her legs,
oh so mellow.
And she smiled
full of pompousness,
With her
bloody red stilettos.
CVII
Were high-priced shoe prints
left behind?
Was there
a pricy clothing thread?
Or a trace of
Amber designed?
Or anything
gold embedded?
CVIII
For sure
everyone knows her name.
Of course,
everyone knows Amber.
For everyone
follows her fame.
Let's proceed
with John James' sister.
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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?
