CXV
Taunting gaze locked
at each other,
Like an old meltdown
from the west.
Whoso dares
draw the first trigger,
Shall gain grounds
and so shall behest.
CXVI
No single word
have been spoken.
The Paragon knew
she wants to win.
Proud Amber
will not be shaken,
As her sly smile
turns to a grin.
CXVII
She'd lose
with lush ammunition,
This will be tough,
this will be hard,
Amber,
can fight accusation.
The Paragon knew
in her heart.
CXVIII
But the only bullet
she has,
Would be
Amber's very own speech.
So would she confess
through the glass?
Or would she just
rather not peach.
CXIX
The deceptive room
seemed tranquil,
Yet tension's drifting
in the air
But does her looks
surely can kill?
With this girl
sitting on this chair?
CXX
AMBER:
When the Paragon
was to start,
The proud girl
started to incline,
Started to talk,
started too smart,
"I know nothing
that way past nine."
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?
