He just lay there, dead on the Plain
With flies endlessly buzzing round his head
Tearing at him, he felt not the pain
Soul screaming loud, still could not be heard
He lay dead parallel as eleven
His spirit wondering forth and yonder
Free floating, heading nowhere Hades or Heaven
Just roaming over the world, mouth gaped in wonder
A child found him picking daises
Hallo the commotion he raises
Psyche disturbed till death
Because he witnessed one in full death.
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