Quiet at the water’s edge, The

The final rays of sunlight fall,

Golden and fading as they crawl
Across the shoreline’s stony ledge.

At the water’s edge, shadows unfold,

There lies a body,
Prone and cold.

Washed upon the rocks from who knows where,
Abandoned with malice,
Discarded without care.

Pale white skin
And glazed blue eyes,

Stare lifelessly upward
Into the darkening skies.

Silent beneath the dying glow
Of the setting sun,

Known to no one,
Claimed by none.

Christened Jane today,

Her surname:
Doe.