This happens to be the first of my "Months Collection." Yay! Ahem, now for a little note: this poem takes place in July because the original basis was to have a dead girl in the month of July. However, that didn't work out so well with the wording of the poem, therefore the girl gets to be named July. So to sum it all up, the girl is named July and she died in July. A rather autumnal July, yes, but it's July. And the girl is July. Err, yeah. ^_^ Oh, in case you get confused, the first stanza is when poor July goes missing, the second is when she's found dead, and the third takes place during her funeral. Anyway, read, review, and feel my love for you!

Golden wheat under a frosted grey sky,
Shattered leaves drifting downward and by,
A final teardrop, part of the one last cry,
Oh where has she gone - my lost July?

True retribution calls for her to die,
It's all been part of some dark, twisted lie,
They'll look away, awkward and far too shy,
For red's dripping downward - my lost July.

No one dare let out anything more then a sigh,
Forgotten is her bloodied satin bow tie,
He'll sit down and wonder, why oh why,
Because she's gone away now - my lost July.