None could tell of how he fell,
Long ago he had been known as a rebel.
But he had righted his wrongs,
He had made amends to whom those amends belonged.
Late at night he must have not seen,
Maybe he had even tripped on his jeans.
Somehow he had fallen over the cliff,
The only question now is what if?
What if someone murdered him that night,
What if he had gotten into a fight?
How he died we may never know,
But in my mind the possibilities will forever flow.
~Alyssa Hellenbrand~
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