Her shadow haunts me from below
This pond in which we used to go.
Where we would picnic, talk, and laugh
But now the speech is only half.
She stares at me from down below
The ponds surface ..as if she knows,
That I’m the one that put her there,
Her bleeding flesh, and waving hair.
She glances up from three feet down,
Below the surface. In a gown.
That’s perfect for her memories shade
Her imperfections fully fade.
The policeman tried to take her off,
And store her stiffly in a coff’. *Coffin
But I knew that would never do
And brought her here, till I was through.
Starring at her emerald eyes
The brilliant smile, of warm surprise
I would not let them keep her there
My Adiline, is far too fair.
She reaches up, as I reach out
to take her hand, and then I shout
What is this God? This crimson curse,
That finds me here. Dark, and perverse!?
That someone could take her from me
Leave both the crime and me, empty!
She stares at me from way down there,
With sullied skin and waving hair.