Thy eyes were pools of Stygian mists,
That sparks of sentiment, did resist;
Cold and ungiving – thy thoughts elapsed,
Drinking the breath of damned souls ‘ready passed;
Thou stood there watching my soul reaped,
Thence carrying my corpse, long deceased;
I ponder what fog drapes thy dreadful thoughts,
What cold ruthless meditation, in thy mind rots!
Thou stomped upon the groin of good- natured life,
Thou stung every heartfelt passion sauntering anigh;
With indifferent steps, thee moved ahead,
A sigh of Apathy to ardent emotions in Mankind’s heart bred;
Listening to thy silent thoughts, stealing by,
I watch thy pale visage, twisting into a smile wry;
Then with a morose sigh, thee, from this happy realm tore away;
And with newfound respect in my eyes,
I realised the pains thee took for selfish Mankind’s sake………..
In hindsight.
