They Said.

The scintillating sun, 

A girl, blithe and serene.

They said, a delightful scene. 

Dancing, frolicking, pirouetting.

A sweet summer child, they said,

Swaying in her yellow summer dress. 

Orange, red, pink, and bright,

Flowers adorned her braid,

Nut brown, sheeny, thick,they said.

Eyes glimmer with hope and fancy, 

A smile, they said,as enchanting as can be. 

Pink and glowing, happy.

A white puff moved in the sky,

Unnoticed, tight lipped. 

As also, a shadow, did.

Drab and dreary, dark and grim,

The shadow crept.

Treacherously, they said, he took his place.

She didn't see the dark clouds

That overpowered her dear friend.

The summer child,they said, now bereft of her guard.

From within the shadows of that corner

The shadow moved out.

They said, a lurid being overshadowed her.

They said, someone walked by the corner,

And saw petals,bleak and sombre.

Once orange, red, pink;now without color.

The summer child, they said, unsmiling,  

Walked, stone-faced, solemn. 

A yellow dress, torn, and bloodied.

A scream echoed in the background.

The summer child, didn't flinch.

Walked straight on, along with her vengeful sun.

They said a shadow was found, 

Bloodied, stabbed, and grey.

At the corner down the street.

Nobody knew what went down,

The corner was deemed an unholy place.

They said their prayers, drew their crosses, and left.

Some, they said, had seen the summer child,

Pirouette until the corner, in her red dress,

Just a flicker of a shadow, under her eyes.