Skeleton

You strike me with your sword

You hack away my flesh

Blood runs down my skin

Pools form at my feet

Flies come and feast

My body, a table

My skin begins to rot.

The blood dries at my feet

My eyes long since devoured,

flesh fares no better

I stand, white as ivory

I am ivory

I am bone

Are you satisfied,

because I still stand

I will not fall.