2l8 Poem by Kriztan Rei Palces

The bar line beeps flat
and everyone knew he's sighed his last
his eyes closed as their's opened
and they finally saw what has happened

the tears then began to pour
and regrets flooded the moor
their ears began to hear
the voice of this fallen peer

flowers are thrown and candles are lit
and the crowd dispersed bit by bit
there flew words of the sweetest taste
too bad, it won't reach the ears of the late.