In the slow sound of violin, I shall lament,
for an eerie sight which I had witness and I so bent,
Ants on her body, they crawled and roamed,
A haunting scene, in darkness, intoned.
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I shall Never get this poem out of my mind---top marks for a genius of a poem
well, that does it! I absolutely REFUSE to die and become a corpse-feast for the brutal attack of insects...UGH! ! ! ! One thing about it---
I have witnessed a number of such incidents, ants feeding on carcasses. Your capabilities to weave a poem aroound it is really commendable
Profound piece.....great representation.....thank u.... friend.....
The poem finely composed has touched my heart. Thanks for the sharing.
Life is very cruel, for some it is painful and for others it is rosy. And as the night wore on, their feast complete, a silence fell, a requiem so bittersweet, for though she now rested in eternal sleep, the ants on her body, their memory, I'll keep.
Wonderful line: Her once radiant beauty, now marred and worn, by nature's army, her form so torn, they feasted upon her, with all their might, a somber dance, in the moon's pale light.
[Shuddering}--- Obviously death by fire is the way to go My friend--this poem is absolute poetic genius