The Funeral Pyre Poem by Chris Noir

The Funeral Pyre

Rating: 5.0


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.

Thursday, October 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death,funeral,request
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The last words of a warrior
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 19 October 2017

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

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Chris Noir 19 October 2017

thank you sir, please check out my other poems, if you feel so inclined, I think you will find them to your liking.

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Gajanan Mishra 19 October 2017

with the fingers of fire, good one

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