December The Fifth Poem by Penny Heart

On December the fifth, a cold winters night
A scream was heard from a horrid fight

A shot rang out, and then silence hung in the air
Just like the sirens that followed there

They flew to the site with in a hurried pace
But the criminal had left that awful place

And left the girl with the crimson hair
Bloodied and battered dieing there

She took her last breath as the blue suits came
Stuttering out like a winded flame

The police took there time telling the loved ones
But forgot the boy who loved her tons