Father…there is your child…
Mother…there lies your daughter.
Skin so translucent and pallid…
Once draped in fine lace of black…
Now a naked, rotting corpse in the fields of daffodils and honeysuckles.
Dahlia oh Dahlia!
A face always graced with a smile…
Now forever in the grave you grin back at the ceiling of your coffin…
No longer lost in the illusions of demised lovers and a child that never filled your womb.
Booze and night life…
The flash of neon lights…
No longer shimmer back in those jaded eyes.
No, you are but a victim of Hollywood.
Like a lamb to the slaughter you were butchered…
Blunt and vile treatment your body received.
Till that smiling free spirit of yours, was ripped away from time…
And burned into eternity…
Forever to play horrific pictures in our heads…
Weep no more dear Dahlia of a broken home and slanderous lies.
Find rest and haunt no more, this heart that mourns one that it has never known.
A star you have always wanted to be, and that night when your remnants were placed under those celestial orbs…
You were destined to live on in complex tales of the cinema and authors words.
Rest Black Dahlia…rest…