The Artist

 

Three years since that fateful day,

The atmosphere is a cold, lifeless gray,

The town talks about an artist that left a masterpiece,

But they do not want to give their expertise.

 

Four years since that horrible moment,

She was taken down by her fierce opponent.

The town talks sadly about a young chef;

A recipe for disaster is what she had left.

 

Five years since that dreaded hour,

The town talks about her as a beautiful flower.

They remember a composer that was taken too soon,

But there’s one idea  they don’t acknowledge: the orchestra was in tune.

 

A tragedy, a tragedy is what they say,

She was so wonderful in every way,

She was a hero in their eyes,

As big as a star in the night sky.

 

 

When it had happened, the town was shocked,

They were frozen solid; their mouths locked.

“But she was a hero!” Everyone had shouted,

Before the truth hit their minds and her actions were doubted.

 

She was a hero, that’s for sure,

But there was a flaw she chose to endure.

No one had wanted to hear the truth:

That she was responsible for the catastrophe produced.

 

The artist with her masterpiece,

She created such a centerpiece,

The crunched metal and broken glass,

had taken her out of the small town's grasp.

 

The chef with her perfect recipe,

She thought her flaw was a necessity.

It was an addiction she had to feed;

Sending that text was such a need.

 

The composer of her own tragic tune,

The melodies that ended that afternoon,

The people still wonder to this very day,

Why she had to go this way?

 

She became a local celebrity,

Wearing a golden crown of infamy,

Her castle lying under the ground,

Getting several visitors from all over town.

 

A tragedy, a tragedy is what they say,

She was so wonderful in every way,

She was a hero in their eyes,

As big as a star in the night sky.