Saint Sebastian

Secured to a tree
Accused of treason
By the Emperor
Called Diocletian

Riddled with arrows
Much like an urchin
But death did not come
Like Plague in season

Now martyred a Saint
The Doubtful question
And even the blind
Regain their vision

Harangued accuser
Ordered him taken
And then clubbed to death
Just to be certain

Thrown in a privy
Hope was not shaken
So now martyred twice
Spirit awakens

But what was his crime
Legend only knows
A soldier of Love
So the story goes