A Blade Flashed in the Pale Moonlight….

When it came down to it... ?
When you get right down to it…?


At night a blade flashed in the pale moon light.

Blood ran freely, seeping from the rib cage.

His body lay, but not in a grave.

A putrid wretched corpse,

Staring vacantly into space.

A maggot infestation soon carried his tissues away.

Until nothing alas, was left…

But glistening alabaster Skeletal Remains.

                                                                                                                                        Sebastian White    ©2013

National Poetry Day 2015


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