Wrenched apart by kisses of plague
Sweet sheltering memories now blurry and vague
Drenched in the shadow of a dark-sided moon
All these bitter tears they won’t dry so soon

A sudden shot ceases this pityful life
Solem steps aking on the edge of a knife
Paving their way through the whispering park
Nightingale’s whishes, distant chant of a lark

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ to all recent victims