Elegy

Lifeless bones, sleep now, be quiet and hear

this rhapsody escaping through the pores

of parched skin. Sealed within this mere veneer

was once brilliance, now wrecked and void of force.

Her eyes, they poured forth floods of rectitude.

Now sunken, dulled with infinite ennui,

they're blind and reek of vulgar lassitude.

Perhaps darkness disdains veracity.

How well the rain traces her resting place.

The earth bears testament to her presence.

Those obstinate leaves cling to that pale face,

now found on flyers of missing persons -

the same paper used to silence her screams,

before he waved the axe and killed her dreams.