Die Alone

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Written by Chris

Sunday, 13 January 2008

Last Updated ( Monday, 14 January 2008 )

 
He dissipated that night,
trembling, full of fright
As he benumbed in his hollowed log
his image did fade, as if it were fog

The weary trekker had come to rest,
but never again resumed his quest
For as time did pass...
he failed to last

He died alone in an usurping thicket,
to the chords of the chirping cricket
No one was there,
no one could care
He died alone
to the groan
of the windswept stones

No one did conserve
the life of this mortal
for no one did observe
his passing through the portal

For he died alone, with no one near,
his death unknown, to all but the deer
But were his final words lost amongst the stones?
for he uttered them in a dieing man's moan

But as time did show,
someone did know

They had resounded to the uppermost peaks
passing through air, over the creeks
And someone did hear, although was unsure,
some noise that was queer, and very obscure

This man of the peaks did discern
final words of celestial concern
For if they remained unheard
the poor man's soul, would never return

And now this epitaph is read,
with conviction, but also dread
For his last words did resound
for what was said was certainly profound:

I came, I saw,

I am conquered

Copyright 2008 Chris

Comments (1)

Posted by Egoist 01-24-2008 16:39,   His last lines I got such a cool picture in my mind from reading this. The last lines were excellent, well his last lines were excellent.     It makes me hope that when I die, I'll say something cool.   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment...

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