Beneath the roof made of stone

My immobile body lies upon loose pile of rubble

While the ground where I lay shakes in the echoing of the oncoming storm

Pieces of stone cascades to the ground awakening creatures of slumber 

The sound of the howling wolves’ echoes in and around the chamber where my immobile body lays makes my heart quiver in fear

With death stalking me with never-ending torment

I know my time is near

As I take my last breath, it diminishes in the coldness

Knowing that death is not far-off, I wait in entire stillness

Skulking in the darkness I know my time is now

With the touch of death’s hand my soul deteriorates and no longer is upon this earth

No longer carrying life, my lifeless body turns into ashes and is carried in the wind.



The End

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