Therein lies a sliver of glass
Amongst the moon-coloured grass
Translucent, luminous, deadly.
Why, do you remember
The tales of yesternight?
Of quiet screams and loud silence?
Swathed in their purple robes of moonlight
The silvery wisps of grass remain tranquil
Bearing rust-stained crowns upon their heads
An elegance rivalled only by kings and queens.
And the tiny piece of glass
Grinned as radiantly
As only glass can.