The cane was still here
to accompany me to a grave
It was a friend of mine's grave
but grieve paid no price to me
Thunderous storm swamped the vicinity
Vicissitrude had drowned the quagmire
The ragged wall of a massive gale convulsed
While everyone else was swept out,
I was confused
The tombstone cracked
The earth vigorously shoke, beating all the odds
A shallow figure rose surreptitiously
Oh, no!
It was coming!
Its mouth gaped widely!
The door of the hell was opened ajar!
The frivolous face of mine peered,
hoping it was all a dream
Yes, it was indeed
But that was the last time I could feel the breeze
there was a crutch stabbing my ventricles
This time, I did not want to hobble anymore...