1 March 2013
I found her hidden behind a tree, frozen to ground, locked in a permanent frown.
Dressed in white, taken in her prime, a beauty no one could deny, a shame it was her time.
I picked her up, carried her down the hill, the horror of her death, gave me a chill.
Who could do such a thing, destroy such grace, any man with feelings, could fall in love with her face.
As I looked up, in the distance I could see, the spirit of that young girl, staring at me.
I stopped, returned her glare and couldn't help but cry, thinking it wasn't fair.
"Don't worry"' I said, I will do my best, to ensure once and for all, your spirit can finally rest.
The Beauty By The Tree • Opuss № I