In the slow sound of violin, I shall lament,
for an eerie sight which I had witness and I so bent,
Ants on her body, they crawled and roamed,
A haunting scene, in darkness, intoned.
She lay so still, upon the ground,
As if in slumber, forever bound,
But beneath her skin, a secret concealed,
a mass of ants, a conquest revealed.
They scurried cross her flesh, in blackened march,
their tiny legs, a symphony of dread and arch,
each step they took, a shudder sent,
ants on her body, a mournful event.
Her once radiant beauty, now marred and worn,
by nature's army, her form so torn,
they feasted upon her, with all their might,
a somber dance, in the moon's pale light.
They devoured her being, piece by piece,
while I, a witness, felt sorrow's release,
for in her demise, I saw life's cruel fate,
ants on her body, a dirge resonates.
Oh the creatures how relentless and small,
their hunger, a testament to nature's call,
they cared not for her spirit, now lost,
as they consumed her, despair's final cost.
And as the night wore on, their feast complete,
a silence fell, a requiem so bittersweet,
for though she now rested in eternal sleep,
the ants on her body, their memory, I'll keep.
Life is very cruel, for some it is painful and for others it is rosy. And as the night wore on, their feast complete, a silence fell, a requiem so bittersweet, for though she now rested in eternal sleep, the ants on her body, their memory, I'll keep.
The poem finely composed has touched my heart. Thanks for the sharing.
Profound piece.....great representation.....thank u.... friend.....
[Shuddering}--- Obviously death by fire is the way to go My friend--this poem is absolute poetic genius
I shall Never get this poem out of my mind---top marks for a genius of a poem
well, that does it! I absolutely REFUSE to die and become a corpse-feast for the brutal attack of insects...UGH! ! ! ! One thing about it---
I have witnessed a number of such incidents, ants feeding on carcasses. Your capabilities to weave a poem aroound it is really commendable
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful line: Her once radiant beauty, now marred and worn, by nature's army, her form so torn, they feasted upon her, with all their might, a somber dance, in the moon's pale light.