The Innocent Lost (Poem For Taylor) Poem by William Mowell

A life cut short, before her time
Her way in life, she searched to find
Disappeared in the dead of night
Did she even get the chance to fight?

Her beauty remembered in photographs
Her family left, no longer to laugh
Innocence lost, because of some man
A girl no longer can finish her plan

No more precious in life
Than lost in death
A girl has no more strife
Fleeting like a last breath

So sad when a life is lost
But go on we all must do
Someone forgot to count the cost
Someone left a vital clue

A girl sent to heavens door
Decades before her time
A father to teach her how to soar
A son to show her that golden line

The Internet became her maker
But nothing could change
A photographer was only a faker
A man a little too deranged

Young in age, but mature in mind
Loving in nature, naive at times
A sinful act, of passion turned to hate
A pedophile to be judged at heavens gate