What Will Happen When The Winter Goes. Poem by TravisNeal Williams

I see the moonlight in the snow.
It holds a secret you should know.
Covered beneath the ice and cold.
Are the bodies of the young and old.

Taken silently from there homes.
I took my time and cut their bones.
Layed out now beneath the frost.
Like some old trash that i had tossed.

Scattered remains of the past.
Barely covered it cannot last.
The moonlight smiles at if it knows.
What will have when the winter goes.