The Last Sip Of The Poisoned Wine

It had a subtle taste, too subtle for even the most learned palate

Deceptive in it's innocuous sweetness and invisible 

To the naked eye

Only at the last minute did the mind register 

That there was anything amiss

And by the then it was much too late

The lips had already been licked 

The last swallow had made it's way down to the vital organs

Already, on a molecular level

The body was beginning to react

In a short few minutes the eyes would begin to dim

Clouds would form in a wavering consciousness

Legs would give way under the weight 

Of a body that had suddenly become a rag doll

A last breath would be drawn

And then 

Nothing