O! Bred is you from a vill
Flogged by struggles’ Whip
Drenched loam and cereal.
And granny in some seasons glean
Garners grain; unfilled the barn’s belly
Life veered course shortly
Amongst the vill’s lads, your heart
Thrilled a kingly path.
Roses scattered at your feet
Of strangers, friends; old and
Unknown. They formed songs and band
Eulogy and idyll
Songs of wolf and sheep with semblance note
How can you then sort?
As the enter your golden facade.
…All, their sorrows and weals healed
But life veered shortly again
Revisitation of pain
In mask, scary as deep darkness
Treasure sunk in sea of sickness
You forlorn and feeble king;
Friendship voids, hope dies
But death denies you not!
…For afar I heard the requiem