Well, after almost a week, | have written the poem. It was not an easy one to write and it is possible that I will revise it in the future. I am reproducing it here, all 52 lines of it, but I must warn all who wish to read it that is is written with the purpose of stirring emotions, and is perhaps not for the faint of heart. Also note that the K in "Etobicoke" is silent.
Our town has fallen victim to a curse
It comes through evil powers from below,
Whose sly mandalas enter and disperse
From Scarborough toward Etobicoke.
But what did little Holly know of this?
Indeed she was a blossom full of glee,
And not suspecting anything amiss,
She strolled out once, as carefree as could be.
As she delighted in the bustling day,
A man of no conviction stood nearby;
He spotted Holly going off to play
And greed took over as she caught his eye.
But peace was reigning as the day progressed;
The air was calm and Holly was at home;
Her mommy held her gently to her chest
And kissed her forehead as they sat alone.
She whispered: "Here are things that you must know:
You'll always be my precious shooting star
My sweetest angel, anywhere you go,
I promise that my love will not be far."
One evening, Holly was to see a friend;
She hugged her mommy as she said good bye,
And as her daughter vanished 'round the bend,
The mother shed a tear and knew not why.
The streets were still and empty at first glance
When Holly was returning on a song;
One tranquil moment, while she looked askance,
A hand closed off her mouth and it was strong.
A growling specter shoved her to the ground
And Holly cried for help; it was in vain;
He showed no mercy as he cruelly frowned
But held her fast, delighting in her pain.
His dark deed done, the predator stood proud
And Holly hovered high above the town.
Through sob-choked tears, she asked herself out loud:
"I'm lost and lonely! Why was I brought down?"
Her angel, flying in from higher yet,
Found Holly fleeing frightened through the skies;
He softly spoke: "My child, don't be upset"
And spread his wings to dry her flooded eyes.
The angel led her to the heights above,
Where Jesus met them with a caring face.
He lifted Holly in His hands with love
And took her to His Mother's warm embrace.
As Mary cradled Holly in her arms,
She whispered: "Dear, don't cry. I'm here for you.
You're in a place where no one hates or harms.
I'll be your comfort - I'm a mother too."
Torontos foremost mourn our stolen soul.
In such a state, our town will not be free,
For curses still extract a heavy toll
And angels weep in Holly's memory.