The Mourner

They come to see
What this could be
Why she mourns
At dusk and dawns
Who has she lost?
What will it cost?
They circle around her
Like vultures they were
They wait for the pounce
For the rebounce
They want to be the first she sees
Her eyes looking at with pleads
She just wants her peace
To be distant whilst mourning on her knees
But no, they can’t leave
They must thieve
To take her mourn
Tear it, its torn
They pry for her flesh
It’s such a mesh
Waiting to strike
Which one will she like?
It’s a race to get her
That’s all it were
A piece of raw meat
A nice little treat
They wait for the look
So she can be took
Her puppy dog eyes pleading for love
An angel crying, she has lost her dove
They wait till she wipes the tears
And takes another to relieve her fears
Wait for that look
So she can be took
But no, nothing, she doesn’t rise her head
She looks rather dead
Is she ok?
Is this the price she did pay?
She lies still
Yes . . . it was a kill
This time was the last
It’s now in the past
Her scarred little heart
All torn apart
She lies still
From this kill
Finally they go
And the tragedy does show
See what’s occurred
Have you heard?
Finally, they have left her to be
Is this what it takes? This tragedy?