By: Jessica Reader

Gently,

they carried the unfortunate's,

 hearse throughout the night,

unknowing of her plight,

she did not go gently into the night,

for her death,

was a gruesome foreboding sight.

that no man, nor woman could covet a light,

on how this woman, went gently into the night?

for she screamed and cried before she died,

an open wound,

terrified,

for the pain doth seethe and writhe ,

on the day her relative said goodbye, the world cried,

for no man came forward on the day she died...