MAY 8TH,2020

A date etched deep, a memory stark and cold, Your voice, a tremor, "She's gone, it's told." My heart, a drumbeat, frantic in the night, I raced to you, lost in the fading light. The storm descended, agents filled the air, A brutal force, a justice beyond compare. "Stop, please!" I cried, my pleas ignored, You fell beneath them, your spirit sorely bored. Beaten and bruised, a prisoner's cruel fate, Your innocence lost, consumed by bitter hate. The law's cold grip, extinguished every spark, Leaving only shadows, where your dreams embark.