A bluegrass-acrostic poem about an old mystery death\dissapearance of two women , a mother and her young daughter, in the Tanglewood area of Massachusetts . They were never found but ashes and blood was found in their trail , along with a gun and two white doves with an odd crimson coloration on their tail-feathers.

Snow falling on her prayer

And her cheeks as red as a rose

I will not be treated this way she said

Never will I let them that close

Time is a tomorrow away

Softly pounding was her heart as it froze

Don´t want to forget but I can´t hold

On to this flame

No, I don´t even want to hold on to

The sound of my own name

Next to her small hand a necklace with a feather

Entering the tanglewood she would wear it again

Even her name she did not bring with her but

Death could not erease her reflection cast upon this land

There is beauty everywhere in this world

Oh Lord please take good care of my little girl

Bending her knees until they touched ground

Ending her daughters life to the sound of a gun

Saints dont need to be saved she whispered

As she closed her mouth around the burning gun

Veils of black wont be worn I know

Embraced by our heavenly Father and his Son as

Doves white with tail feathers red takes our place in this snow