Mary's p.o.v
A wailing western wall, your inevitable fall from grace. Your last breath of life, an unheard last call for inner peace and justice. One bittersweet symphony, weary dreary irony. An early unwanted and untimely winter tragedy, your murder suicide. An everlasting mourning ritual, pandemonium, trying to understand and comprehend reasons behind your final disappearing act. Please reign over me, my sovereign Lord. A stillborn dream, yesterday's forgotten passion, one less prayer offered up to heaven. Unraveling, I come undone and the ocean devours me.