Colour Gradient Of Past

[Alice White]

[I"]Miss, we know this is going to be difficult for you,
but we need you to answer some questions.
Were you here in the house when it happened?"
"Miss, can you hear me?"
"Emily..?"
[/I]

She finally nodded, departing her eyes from a solace which revived on the portrait
of times in abundance; startled by her own spiteful enjoyment of her familiarised fortunes
unisonous, in an abnormal bliss, as the pendulum swings..
rocking back and forth in tenebrous lilts, she reminisced..

sunrays surpassed the ambiguity of that day
unveil the best for memorability is at stake
an arcadian set can tarnish brutally;the fate, that's left..
can emanate a threat, of manic-morality, a children's break?
The family of four, as they strolled down an alley once restored,
so happily on tour they couldn't see the break in the melody performed
by Emily's adjourn.

A broken prism altered into melodic waves
the molded spirit calmly consoled with craze
achromatic rays are begone in haze;
the echoing voices remain, as thoughts
circulating in a colour gradient past
to refractions of a shade - her savouring last!
besetting soliloquy as a variegated splash; of red..
what the officers couldn't say, was her fading in a mask..
when they asked for her parents and brother - fatally stabbed
finally, they were colourful amassed; - three souls, vacating at last..