Delicately laced in a pretty pale dress,
Covered in flowing blue floral
And a high placed stunning sash,
She sat on a wrought iron park bench.
The fading sunlight cascaded quietly,
The tree branches above hiding the clouds
And the twilight peach from view,
From a never the less downcast gaze.
The bloom of youth staining her cheeks,
With a nervous, excited, dreamy kind of glow
That told the passing curious stranger,
Life had touched her heart in the dying light.
Silently waiting with a lily in hand,
The ribbon in her hair perfectly poised
So that her prince charming would know the sight,
Of his picture perfect princess in her innocent white.
Upon the path just behind,
Were the sure and steady steps of a man
Someone with a ever pressing purpose,
To be in place at just the right time.
A smile of such pure delight,
Filled with hope tinged slightly with relief
A pale pink expectant hue,
Graced a young and beautiful face.

Until a knife pressed against her elegant and unwary neck…

The cut of pant leg and press of coat,
The placement of lily in button hole
An old fashioned quality of dashing,
Graced the dress of an impressive young man.
The fading peach and now purple light,
Filtered through large brilliant maple leaves
And faintly illuminated the overgrown walking path,
That would take him to his destination.
The carefree step of a youthful pride,
A perfectly posed confident walk
Told lonely passersby and the world,
That all of the tomorrows were his for the taking.
Where the park had slowed in occupation,
And the lamplight stretched on alone
In an evening early yet still turned to night,
Was a lone park bench with an unexpected sight.
His angel in white and so gentle and soft,
Lay tossed aside as a devil in the dark ran away
Leaving her to die unseen to anyone but him,
As he came just in time to see the fading light in her eyes.
A sob that wrenched the heart,
A cry of anguish that told how the heart broke
A lily crushed lay beneath his feet,
As he watched the blood turn her white to red.

Tragedy is a flower of a different hue
where either strength or madness are bred
with no respect for the love of youth.

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