by Regina

North Carolina Ballerina,
Lady of the Piedmont,
she left Earth to enter
heaven's welcoming brightness,
to dance into the angels' presence,
for she died because of a drunk driver,
My heart's rage roars,
the anguish has tattered my mind,
as the rain gently falls from a weeping
ash sky,
From the cup of the ages,
I drink the acrid taste of another
lost youth,
Oh, justice was denied!

The dew glistens on the white roses
of innocence,
like tears on an infant's cheeks,
a solitary black rose among them,
a dark beacon of mourning,
Yet death passes into life,
North Carolina ballerina,
Lady of the Piedmont,
whose beauty and grace has not left,
but dwells in the midst of us.



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