It was a black night devoid of safe light.
The moon, a faded thin circular thread in the starry sky..

Standing above a cruel garden, the girl awoke,
stirred into consciousness by the evil beyond.

'Wont you come back to us?' the flowers begged her once more
'It's not the place of the forgotten to lie here the night before'

She tried to regain the memories that quickly avoided her senses
as she sat up from that grim bed of flowers amid the blossoms' verses.

The cold made her skin shiver, freezing dread was something the night delivered.  A faint aroma of jasmine filled the air, the beautiful petals lingered around with a flair.

'Worry not, dear child of the sun, for in a moment's notice, all will end with the sound of a gun.'  

And as promised, the sound tore through the cruel black.
A bullet ended her mortal chamber, forever to rest deep within her body's crimson ember.

It was a child who discovered the remains,
lying besides the cold tracks of the rusty trains.

A playful time tainted by cruel reality,
as the little boy found the girl's finality.

Through shocking tears and gasping speech,
the son arrived at his parent's reach.

The police arrived soon thereafter,
to see the ****** scene as a tragic disaster.

Her fragile heart fiercely pierced by hot cold metal
which proved to be undoubtedly fatal.

Clues hidden within the blade of grass,
beneath the jasmine flowers and the remaining brass.