Carcass
There he stands
rotten carcass washed by rain
worms crawl through his flesh
vultures kiss his eyes
Lying in eternal sleep
he was eager to die
Broken limbs loll from his figure
maggots feast on his skull
yet rain falls
carrying his blood away
If only he could speak
his death won't be a mistery, no more
Hungry hordes caught his village asleep
thundering hooves raged in the night
fire cleansed the remains
few brave men faced their eclipse
now they stand on the ground
and rot eternally
Slowly time passes
wolves make their meal
ravens blacken the sky
and the carcass is nothing but a scragg
Once he wished richness, joy, power
now he only desires to be buried
in wintery ground