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__The Coroner’s Tale__

This is the story of a strange twenty Two year old woman who had drank plenty, She made friends with the bottle and odd guys, No one knew it would lead to her demise. It was a bright day in the month of July And she didn’t want fun to pass her by. Earlier she heard of a summer soiree(1) And pledged she’d go without any delay. Before she left she put on her best dress And went out, more than ready to impress. She went forth without a single look back The party was full of men with shades black(2) Nervous and alone she took a quick drink she started to dance, trying not to think While the night was still young, Cassandra met A boy whom she had not seen before, yet She felt comfortable in his presence Right away; he made her feel a pleasance That she could not ignore. Together they Wanted to carpe diem, sieze the day, So they let the alcohol burn their throats Until their sloppy kisses smelt of gloat(3) And their lips tasted the same, like sweet mint Chapstick and smoke.(4) Once they kissed for a stint, They both agreed that the party was lame, And as they exited she learned his name. From birth his parents had named him Miller(5) But his friends nicknamed him “lady killer” A handsome knight for all lonely ladies, Known for giving them rides in his Mercedes. He was a bit of a creep but meant well, He merely wanted a story to tell. He instructed Cassie not to worry, He’d get her home safe, but they should hurry, As it was nearly two in the morning And he did not want his mother mourning Her son if he did not arrive home soon. So Miller sped while Cassie watched the moon Follow them through the noir and light their path. She drank stars and in the sky took a bath.(6) Maybe the turn in the road came too quick Or the previous night’s rain made it too slick, But regardless their voyage was very brief And death swooped in, stealing life(7) like a thief.(8) The car crushed upon the tree, coming to A halt, and Cassie thought, ‘This can’t be true’ As she looked over at Miller’s shadowed face, covered with his blood, and felt hallowed When she realized the dent in the dashboard Was from her skull.(9) Afraid of a canard, She quickly jumped out while she was thinking, Why get tied down? She didn’t have the ring. She was a young girl, her whole life ahead Of her, so she took one look and then fled Off the dim street and into the thicket She was scared by every fly and cricket.(10) The snapping of twigs beneath her feet made Her heart jump as the trees’ thin branches swayed. She could hear her head throbbing in her ears, And her headache nearly brought her to tears. Several times she almost hit the ground, She felt rather faint when she heard a sound The world, spinning like a carnival ride, Seemed to have brought a creature to her side. She looked all around, but saw only trees And a small voice whispered ‘Drop to your knees, Please let me explain. I’m Quince, I’m an elf And I am here to nurse you back to health. You’ve done some pretty bad things in your days And I do hope this night changes your ways.’ Casandra stared down at the little man, Boggled but glad to have a helping hand. He told her, ‘My darling, you must drink this Potion if you do not want to die. Kiss The bottle with your lips, just a sip is All you need, and then he reached into his Overalls and pulled out a bottle marked “For Emergencies Only: Trictobarked” She drank the potion and heard a great “POP!”(11) And all of her pain came to a stop. She miraculously got up and left, Stumbling around, her moves not yet deft. She continued on without an adieu, Her health restored; Quince deserved a ‘thank you’ For Cassie was not completely changed, She still had the thirst of someone deranged. Still terribly drunk, she continued on Wishing she could be forever withdrawn. Casandra fled as fast as her weak legs Would go, she wanted to get to the kegs Before anyone realized she had left The party, or anyone noticed the theft Of life that had occurred that very night. Realizing Cassie’s unfortunate plight, Quince decided she didn’t deserve life, And ended it right there, with a sharp knife.(12) I only know this tale because the elf Brought me her body and told me himself. She had only one wound, in her stomach, A gash that looked to be from a crash. Vomit Stained her blood-soaked dress, her eyes showed horror Of what she looked like to the coroner. Today she lies here, spoiled and decayed A gruesome sight that will strongly persuade.

(1) Alliteration (2) Anastrophe (3) Olfactory Imagery (4) Gustatory Imagery (5) Allusion: Miller's Tale (6) Symbolism (7) Personification (8) Imagery (9) Visual Imagery (10) Hyperbole (11) Onomatopoeia (12) Understatement