The night has its allure The contrast of the light Against the dark Where faces become blurred,. Intentions hide in truth Walking in shadows Unknown steps…. Leading to nowhere, And taking a chance….
Misty eyes that sparkle, blue in color pale Sunshine in your smile Gestures flowed with wine Like a chameleon You came one night…. And then disappeared Out of sight….
Who are you? Lovely lady of the night, Black be your color Blue be your life, Crimson the sky That watched you go by, Never to return From shadows engulfed Fragrant dahlia a lifeless scent… We’ve never known you But know you all too well…
Your story is common The beginning and the middle At best, But in the end the mythic tragedy Turns its horns upon the beast…. What can we do the least… But to run and run and run Try to find you Try to find the devil in you Try to slay the slayer The lavender avenger….
May you rest in peace, sweet child The pieces scattered forth In grasses strewn with blood, invisible.. The essence of your Tortured mind and Myriad soul… Many men have chased their dreams of you The blue eyed black dahlia of the night
What prevailed is the secret, Weary light…. Who begs to shine on your grave Because in you, no one can save….. But you haunt us far and near…. Like the waters muddy clear..
So farewell, oh lovely lady Let the dahlia rest upon your hair After all these years you are still fair After all these years, we still do care…. Longing for your eyes that dare… Shine the light on darkness lair….
You will never be forgotten But your mystery remains… Your epitaph shall read… "She’s a star, a shimmering light, And forever spreading, shining bright…."
Dedicated to : Elizabeth Short (29 July, 1924- 14 January, 1947) 11 September, 2006