Sebastian seriously ill lay dying
His
wife, Vicky, by his side crying
He
roused from his coma briefly
And
his pallid lips moved slightly
He
whispered, “Vicky my darling,”
“Hush”
she said. “Rest, no talking”
But
he was persistent in his distress
“I
have something I must confess.”
“There's
nothing to confess dearest”
She
replied weeping “Please rest”
But
Sebastian was not about to cease
“No,
no. Vicky I must die in peace,”
“I
slept with your sister, and mother
Your
best friend, and your brother”
She
whispered “I know my sweet one”
“Now
let the poison’s work be done”