You lay on death
I glided my beads
Your breath counted
By devils underneath
I prayed to all
The creators above
But none seemed to
Look down upon
Their only creation
Deserving of love
The only clay
That knew His worth
And as you fade
I pray one last
For Your existence
To cease for not
This early in time
And let her soul
Reign for a while
And smile upon
This saddened earth
Cruel ones from above
Let Your ears bleed
As I chant and birth
My prayer from heart
You ought to learn
And recite to angels
So that they learn
The power to fight
Demons and knights
For her life
To be brought back
From edges of beds
Into her legs
Her eyes and nose
And night struck hair.
- Rati
