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Tuesday, November 25

The Watery Grave

Theories of death
entangle my mind,
as the moon shivers
her light so fine
upon the watery grave
beneath me.

Perplexities intense
with a body of death;
     motionless,
     wrapped,
     and unseen.

For in the first degree,
murder lay siege
on this dark summers eve;
     the shivering light
     shinning so bright,
     where death
     was dealt
     so coldly.

The murderers rage,
consuming their prey
beneath the streets of the city;
     and the victim lays
     in the icy rage,
     as she cautiously
     hides her prey,
     in the dark depths
     of her fury.

The Watery Grave by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse