Poem

Bloodshed in the Pine State

A scene of horror unfolded within a home,
Four lives extinguished, their spirits flown.
Amidst the chaos, sorrow’s heavy shroud,
Crimson stains the once serene ground.

Grief-stricken hearts, pierced by agony’s dart,
Seek solace dear, as darkness tears us apart.
Innocence shattered, lives forever changed,
In this eerie night, where nightmares are arranged.

Whispered prayers float on the wind’s mournful sigh,
Healing wounded souls, feeling time drift by.
Maine’s embrace tightens, a community united,
Seeking justice for the lost, their spirits ignited.

The wheels of justice spin, relentless and just,
A person detained, a glimmer of trust.
Hope dawns anew as truth inches near,
For the fallen, their legacy we shall hold dear.

Blood-soaked memories sear, like a brand,
Yet from this tragedy, we shall rise and stand.
Together we mourn, but also we fight,
For justice and peace, with all of our might.