Ashley's Exit

On the twenty-third of June,
In the unrelenting gloom
Of a large ancestral room
Devoted to the manly arts,
Young Ashley took his life.

He did it with a knife, and left
A pool of blood upon the floor
That slowly spread beneath the door.

The butler was quite horrified
To see the way young Ashley died.
The maid was struck with sorrow;
They'd planned to wed tomorrow.


©2007 Michael Fraley




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