Death and Dying

A Poem by aditya gawade

Giving in to death

He lay still in a dark room
Surrounded by the air of gloom
He looked up to see the bright full moon
While he felt it in his bones that something would end soon
His body felt cold
But his heart still seemed bold
He looked up sadly at the beautiful sky
Lamenting that he could no longer fly
He had been struck to the chest with a massive blow
And his heart was starting to beat slow
He felt the blood drip
He felt his sanity slip
He could feel the world around him shaking
Crude and ragged became his breathing
He had been hurt by a destroyer's tool
His blood dripping around him created a pool
His eyes began to close
Dark blood began to flow from his nose
He saw a figure approaching
With its purple viel floating
He laid his cold hand on him
And calmly beckoned to him
Your purpose here is over he said
Its time for you to rest he said
Calmly the warrior let out his breath
And peacefully approached his death
His body grew as colder as a frost
And forever he was lost,lost and lost