His Last Moments Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A stone skipped across the water.
The memories spread across this lake.
Tears of joy stuck in moments of laughter.
Living life like a firecracker.
Yeah he's back.
Strike a match and just watch waiting in so much anticipation.
But guess what he's changed.
He's not that same man searching for his claim to fame.
The dying tree is giving birth to it's very last seed.
Reaching out seeking to touch the sun before he dies.
And it is everything, the most important moment for him.
Living like a shell with no soul.
Some last words then it's time to go.
Energy disaptes.
The wood ignites, and the reminates of ash blows away.
Gone with a flickering of light.