There is no shame in silver because you’re second place,

One was groomed to be the company’s face

But one was left behind as a mess- 

a nightmare dressed 

as a daydream 

Hair red as fire and thoughts dark as tar,

One of them has a long deep scar, not on the body but on the heart

They don’t understand how this disaster would start.

A warm summer day, red car and white clothes, they didn’t drive far before the door was unclosed.

They shared an embrace and with a smile on his face, he left.

With a sigh that slipped her lips she made up a lie that the boat on Sweetwater River had tipped over with the poor twins in it.

All that was left was a poor crying girl with secrets to hide and more than one side to this story.

And with a gory shrike her voice filled the air and her soaking wet hair came together, she needed to sell this story as if it were truth so her poor brother would be saved

And with a flick of her wrist and her thoughts in a twist this plan worked perfectly.

Or did he suffer a worse fate than intended?

With no clue in her heart 

When the word began to start spreading around

One sweep of the river

A weep of the sister 

And Jason’s body was found.