Toward Death Poem by Vishal Sharma

The light of the chosen has died,
Didn't seem to matter all he tried.
Try to forget the reasons why.
The master has said his goodbye
The light of the chosen has died
In his heart only regret resides
Once in his life there was fire
His spirits are growing dire
He went so very far, so far
all that's left just the scars
A time he stood a step above
Now he's sunken, a shell of man
Now so much less; the man he once
was
Did you see the start of his descent
Nothing left this time, his malcontent
In his troubles he been found
This time though he's death-ward
bound