Forgotten

Considering the circumstance,

Of the events that have unfolded,

No second chance is given,

To the one's that are already gone.

Much happiness has struck,

From kind one's in the past,

Like the lovely heat and nourishing quench,

That was nearly given every day.

I lay here and rot,

In this haven when I became,

The tale of a lost soul,

Will begin to unfold.

The complimentary residence,

Wasn't disturbed,

Fulfillment and trust,

Were scattered around like air.

The creation of my being,

Was brought up with grace,

Though the correspondence,

Was a disturbing fate.

Brothers and sisters,

Of all kinds and alike,

Stood tall, and swayed delicately,

No sense of wrong or right.

But I, oh I knew,

What was going to happen,

The demon was coming,

To take our helpless selves, away.

The fateful day was near,

I could feel it deep within,

My wisdom and age never lied,

Especially this time.

The demon came,

Quietly at first,

I was the only one prepared,

And yet I was still taken.

The demon was loud,

Cruel as they can be,

No mercy was given,

Even when cried out.

I was a primary source,

To the demon's appetite,

It's rage cried out,

Screeching though the sky.

It ripped through me,

Pain was immense,

I cried for myself and others,

But nothing could save me.

I felt myself falling,

My body cracking in half,

Slamming the ground hard,

My voice carrying out a sad tune.

My body began to fall apart,

Little pieces floating down,

This only happened when it became colder,

But this time was different.

Stillness in the air was imminent,

I could hardly breathe,

Brothers and sisters could not help,

For they were stricken with fear.

I laid there many nights,

My body fading away.

Nothing was left,

But the memory of that fateful day.

I tell you this story,

For it comes from my heart,

That I will not be forgotten,

I am but, the tale, of a lost soul.