Oh! Calamity graces her head,
As she mourns so pitifully over the grave,
Oh! Look what innocence had made,
One can't do anything to save,
This maiden sweet, she lies,
On the muddy soil strewn with flowers,
So choked with emotional ties,
And yet above her Death towers.
"Leave not your passionate, graceful shadow,
To linger and moment longer,
To me not anything else you owe,
Go now, walk away, be stronger."
He bade farewell with a deep kiss,
Then sunk in six feet under,
"Sweet lover, my dear, I'll surely miss."
With that, she walked away a year younger.
dedicated to those Lincoln Rhymes series I dreadfully miss.
