November Night

Rose petals flutter,

Dipping down and over through the wind

Landing gently amounf her grave;

Nearly nothing left within.

A smile once so bright,

Is now flesh that has rotted into bones throughout the night.

Eyes that had glittered with laughter,

Are now black, vaccant holes that remained after her.

Death had come in a swift, ease move,

One second all that matters is groove-

Strobe lights and alcohol,

A teenagers greatest downfall.

Three friends and their cups,

Intoxicated by the repulsive, yet addicting rot

Sing, laugh, dance and chant

"It'll never happen. It's time to go home," as they take the chance.

A foolish daze, and immature decision.

Death it happens, when lacking precision.

Three buckles never clicked.

All our preocupied as one gets sick.

One lovely lady sits in the back,

Her smile so bright that it is hard to look past.

That is why, many would like to think,

That the car swerved, and crashed into the guardrail in a blink.

As the driver and his friend, immature and ignorant,

Crash the car, they lurch ahead.

A dizzy concussion was all that came about,

For they would rejoice with all family and friends around.

The young lady was killed instantly in a short flight.

Her smile once so bright, had vanished out of sight.

A woman once so beautiful, now lay in the grave,

Leaving al her loved ones to writhe in pain.