Part IV - Melancholia

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Those days the trees glistened

Midwinter it snowed away school

And the Fenders responded with stolen booze

Late afternoon, bonfire of drunk fools

Roxie was grounded and quite irate

Watching the snow out her window

A text from Jackson snuck her out

Despite our warning, she flew into the snow

She found the boys, and realized

They were drunk, and we were right.

She tried to leave but Jackson grabbed her

As afternoon turned into night

They pressed the girl into the snow

She cried out in the night with fear

Tore off her scarf, her coat and hat

They stained the snow with blood and tears

Jeremiah held back, unsure

They hollered and he joined the fun

Brutalized like an animal

Ravaged and unable to run

Meanwhile I was walking with Alice

On the frozen trails behind her house

But to our terror we came upon

Where the wolves had left the mouse

Unknowingly they had left her

On the edge of Alice's family land

We found her with her clothes half-on

Her lips blue and skin pale and bland

And yet her chest rose and fell

Roxie's heart still beat

But her eyes were closed, hair frozen

And she lay still with hardly any heat

Unconscious, we brought her inside

Fear filled her olive eyes

Wrapped her in blankets by the fire

But all she could do was cry

"Who did this to you Roxie?"

"Who left you in the snow?"

Jackson and the Fenders.

My heart felt the blow

Her phone blew up after

The followers were shown pics

And Alice threw the device in the fire

A small explosion shut out the hicks

I picked up the phone to call the cops

Alice called her parents then

But we paid no mind to Roxie

We heard a door slam in the den

Her makeup smeared, eyes red

The old Roxie was gone

We ran out screaming out behind her

On the snow-covered lawn

What ran through her mind?

Oh I wish I knew...

She knocked loose a large icicle

In the evening night it appeared blue

The ice stopped her in the snow

A despaired girl with a lost head

It crashed against melancholia

We screamed as the snow turned red

Waiting in a big white room

Sirens ringing in our ears

White coat and grave face

Grave news I dreaded to hear

Tears of anger, tears of grief,

Tears fell like the snowstorm

She died as soon as the icicle hit

And tests for assault confirmed

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