Little Grace.

Little Grace; This poem has won an award on my BurningDemon account.

With a smug little smile, 

On her smug little face, 

Skipped away, 

Poor little Grace. 

 

She may have been smug, 

Annoying and a b***h, 

But what happened next, 

She was found in a ditch. 

 

He neck sliced open, 

Her eyes wide in fear, 

What was the last thing 

You saw, my dear?

 

Was it a wolf man, 

Covered in fur?

Was it a masked man?

Or simply a blur?

 

Was it a knife?

A dagger? A sword?

Was it the face of a beggar?

Or of a lord?

 

What was it, 

Can you say?

Did you drop to 

Your knees and pray?

 

Would your mother 

Have been proud?

Would your father?

Did you scream aloud?

 

Tell us dead girl, 

We'll find your killer.

Was it the butcher, 

The baker, the miller?

 

Who killed you,

Little Grace. 

Who put the fear

Upon your face?