Part 1 – The Beginning
I danced in life with breath so free,
Yet water stole the soul from me.
In porcelain depths, I met my end,
By hands I once called foe or friend.
Part 2 – The Clue
No graveyard stone bears my name,
No mourners wept or spoke in shame.
A secret resting place I keep,
Where earth is packed and roots run deep.
Part 3 – The Location
Beyond the walls where children tread,
Lies a home for tools, but not the dead.
Beneath its floor, in silent dread,
My bones remain where I was led.
Part 4 – The Plea
Blood of mine, you hold the key,
Unbury truth and set me free.
But heed this vow, for I remain—
Disturb my rest, and share my pain.
Where was she buried?
How was she killed?
Decipher this riddle for a new book!
