I looked upon his rotting body,
And drew my eyes away,
I looked upon his rotting body,
Still he now lay!
He closed his lids,
And kept then closed,
Lying like a stone,
Between earth and sky!
Many slimy creatures,
Crawled down him,
Almost dead he at our feet,
But still did not pass away!
Sweat melted down his limbs so limp!
He kept rotting every second!
He looked at us in such a pathetic way,
But still did not see!
His last minute memories can never wash away!
Slowly he was going up,
And stars took his side!
His charming face,
Now looked pale,
A still and awful white!
I had watched the rich attire,
Of his glossy blue eyes,
Where a streak of golden fire had swam!
His lips were dry,
His throat was cold,
His body drenched with the stench of decay,
He was alive…
We all knew…
But still he was dead!
He moved, but he could not feel his limbs,
He had become so light!
I felt he was a distant ghost!
A roaring cry I heard,
I thought he was gone!
But he still strived through the night,
And now he is gone.
The moon was at his side,
The stars danced in between,
Gentle sleep had come from heaven,
Sliding down his soul!
He has gone for a walk we know,
Though he would never return!