she came upon a bag of bones
abandoned there, scattered in stone
without a face, flesh nearly gone
like paper lace neath the harvest moon
expression gone, no fear or joy
no way to tell if girl or boy
grim was the fate, one gone too soon
like paper lace neath the harvest moon
a call for help has gone unheard
though they cried out, no sound or word
ever reached an ear, so came their doom
like paper lace neath the harvest moon
what lesson learned what can be gleaned
what could have saved this horrid scene
a flower lost never to bloom
like paper lace neath the harvest moon
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