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

About Oscar Alejandro Plascencia

Writer of poetry, prose and short stories on an exploration in metrical writing focused on Love, Hope and Faith. View all posts by Oscar Alejandro Plascencia

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