Prom Night

Two young boys playing hide down by the stream

While one searched he heard the other scream

One had stumbled across this mess

The body of a teenage girl in a state of undressed

Her pale arm reaches out as if to break free

Her fingers still locked around the branch of a tree

The cameras flashed, every angle they could

In an attempt this terrible crime could be understood

The girl was local and missing since the Prom

The number one suspect was her boy friend Tom

He denied going anywhere near that place  

And explained under interrogation he’d left in disgrace

We were dancing, I held her close out on the floor

We kissed  and yes I admit I wanted more  

Well she took offence, told me to my face

She want nothing further and I was a disgrace

So I left I admit I was angry and up set

But I sware that was the last time I saw Bridget

The Doctor laid the body out across the table

Inspected the skin, sampled hair as he was able

He could tell that she had sex most likely against her will

He collected samples, seamen, blood, so many vials he did fill

He cracked the chest removed her organs then he took pause

 He noticed dirt around her mouth, could that have been the cause

While she was held, forced down amidst the dirt

Something was wrapped around her head possibly her skirt

A saliva test was run confirming his death report

The cause of death was asphyxiation just as he had first thought

Tom was not the killer the seamen were not a match

Bridget must have wandered in to the killers patch

But who did she talk to when did she meet

The one that knocked her off her feet

Is there anyone you could think of who might of wanted her Harm

Something, anything that just might set of an alarm

Tom thought a while still upset about his loss

What about her ex boy friend that guy was such a toss

He was at the prom I remember, it was Bridget that made the remark

Told me he had tried to force himself but his bite was worse than his bark

I didn’t think anything of it he must have followed her home

Probably got her to stop using some excuse like wanting to borrow a phone

The police surrounded the house guns drawn at the ready

When several officers holding the rammer steady

With one swift bash they spread throughout the home

Checking every nook and cranny with a fine brush come

It was in the garage they found to there surprise

The swinging corps still with that stare in his eyes

He must have returned realized what he had done

The forensics had his DNA better than a smoking gun.

He new he wouldn’t last in prison and took the coward’s way out

A jury of his peers would have convicted with out a doubt

And so this case is over and the file stamped with the coroners crest

Until he's called before a heavenly court and is sent to a hellish rest