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
Shining so bright
Where death
Was dealt
So coldly.

The murderers rage
Consuming their prey,
Beneath the streets
– Of the city.

The victim lays
In the icy rage:
She cautiously
Hides her prey,
In the dark depths
Of her fury.

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

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