Beyond the lake
Over the hills and beyond the lake,
And under the moist warm earth.
Lay a body cold and still,
Her face devoid of mirth.
Sightless green eyes stare up to the sky,
As the girl was uncovered.
Beautiful lips caught in half-scream,
Why had her life been smothered?
Golden brown tresses, tangled and muddy,
Splendid clothes ripped and torn,
Elegant fingers hung limply,
All of her features forlorn.
Smooth, unblemished skin,
A delicate fragile build,
No-one knew how she got there,
Or even how she was killed.
After some weeks of searching,
Her identity was still unknown,
She had seemed to be very wealthy,
But appeared to be all alone.
So on one cold misty morning,
Not far from a small quiet town,
Her body was lowered into dew moistened earth,
In a coffin of chocolate brown.
In the nearby town,
People still rave,
Of the girl who lies,
In her unmarked grave.
And under the moist warm earth.
Lay a body cold and still,
Her face devoid of mirth.
Sightless green eyes stare up to the sky,
As the girl was uncovered.
Beautiful lips caught in half-scream,
Why had her life been smothered?
Golden brown tresses, tangled and muddy,
Splendid clothes ripped and torn,
Elegant fingers hung limply,
All of her features forlorn.
Smooth, unblemished skin,
A delicate fragile build,
No-one knew how she got there,
Or even how she was killed.
After some weeks of searching,
Her identity was still unknown,
She had seemed to be very wealthy,
But appeared to be all alone.
So on one cold misty morning,
Not far from a small quiet town,
Her body was lowered into dew moistened earth,
In a coffin of chocolate brown.
In the nearby town,
People still rave,
Of the girl who lies,
In her unmarked grave.