it is with great sorrow i announce
the demise of a girl young and fair.
it is a horror for all who had once seen
her rosy cheeks and pinned up hair.
everyone in the little old town
could not escape dreams of her,
for they all had, at some instant,
fallen in love with her demeanor.
"it was something which could never have been foreseen"
said her landlady, with eyes so wet;
"she was an angel in this wasteful town"
was what the elderly claimed, their hearts upset.
it wasn't long before
people started talking,
and you know how people talk-
it wasn't exactly pleasing.
it is said that she was anxious
or maybe stricken by a love lost.
it is said that she was sick- oh, so very sick,
or that her ill-deeds had shown their cost.
"we heard she had a lover"
whispered the gossips after sermons
"he broke her heart and left her for dust-
wow he must be a horrible person"
come another day,
we'd hear another story
"she summoned the devil-
oh don't ask for details, it's far too gory."
the only probable story,
of course, was by someone who'd never laid eyes on the beauty.
"i think she was sick, so gravely sick,
and alas, she couldn't survive the ordeal."
and the most disgusting of the lot,
of course, came from the ones with whom she'd spent years-
"she lied and stole and broke and destroyed,
really, she hid it so well from all our dears."
and so, a mere few days after her passing,
the town was filled with rumors and spite
the girl who once was adored by the town
was no longer seen as "quite right".
and so it happened, that the only one
who knew the truth
held back from speaking,
for speaking up was useless, he knew.
in a world so broken,
in a generation so fraud,
really, how could one expect
even the dead to remain unharmed.
and so it is with a heavy heart i announce
the demise of a girl young and fair,
"painful to remember, hard to forget"
to engrave on her tomb, were the words he'd chosen with care.
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The Forever Frenzy
PoetryUnfinished songs, in the heads of plaintive talentless mortals, results in poetry.