A Study In Murder Poem by Sophia White
A Study In Murder
Silent and still, the trees are Watching.
Watching without eyes.
Silent and still, the trees are Watching.
Watching as a human dies.
Bright and quick, a blade is Flashing.
Flashing into its sleeve.
Bright and quick, a blade is Flashing.
Flashing without obliquy.
Soft and dark, a cloak is Whipping.
Whipping past a lifeless brow.
Soft and dark, a cloak is Whipping.
Whipping by without a sound.
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4/25/2024 2:04:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem Sophia...like the style....keep writing and keep coming back. Jay