Close my eyes with the fingers of clay
there will be no bells or chants
No one knows i died today
No one to whom i could repent
The fields of unknown now awaits me
The void welcomes my arrival,
A pleasure for those who hate me
They will join me in denial.
Touch my hands with the fingers of fire
And place them over my sword,
i leave this world so cold and dire,
I am nothing but this corpse.
Touch my heart with the fingers of death
and eat it as it rots away
Breathe in my last gasping breath
Then leave me to decay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The fields of unknown now awaits to welcome after arrival. This is really very amazing sharing. Death is truth but brings sorrow. Funeral gives sorrowful effect. This is an amazing poem brilliantly penned...10
thank you sir, please check out my other poems, if you feel so inclined, I think you will find them to your liking.