How the Good Die Young

Louis Levard, only 16, was seven feet tall,

With arms that stretched to his knees.

He was not known for grace, speed, or wit,

But he was fueled by a spirit eager to please.

                Oh, how the good die young with such ease.

Annie Sinclair was a beautiful, beastly girl.

But you find that beauty is just skin deep.

Oh, he found that beauty is just skin deep.

No care in her mind that Louis’ heart was her’s to keep.

                Oh, from Earth to Heaven is but a leap.

Pitter, patter came drops from the sky.

No one, no one knew that he was to die.

Annie fell in the river, panic struck her heart.

For who’s to save the one that cannot love, who cannot care?

                Oh, only the selfless rise to above.

Louis jumped in the water on that black, black day.

Only thought in his mind was her soul to save.

He pushed her ashore, her life to go on some more,

His arms flailing wide- she couldn’t help but watch him die.

                Oh, curse thee who dreamt up perversity.

His body ashore, eyes resting in peace,

Why couldn’t she stop herself from watching a perfect life cease?

Fear for herself overcame mind, body, and soul,

Clouding out thoughts of pity and remorse.

                Oh, innocent life’s course cut short.

What to do? What to do with this blood on her hands?

She could cut the body, bury him in the shallow sand.

She could set it aflame, or would that lead to blame?

She could skip along on her merry way.

                Oh, ‘tis a shame that good souls don’t rue the day.

Young Louis Levard lay upon his shallow grave.

Pure good was his killer, pure love murdered he.

His innocent life was no more to be.

Annie Sinclair lived a life lost from love.

                Oh, I ask, is it better to just die young?