Death - The end

I could hear the morning hymns,
I could hear the chirping of birds,
I could hear the music of the rivers,
I could hear the air descending from the mountains.

                          I couldn't hear the snake hissing,

                          I could not hear someone creeping,

                          I could see a vulture hovering,

                          I could see an owl staring.

Someone moved ahead with me behind,
I followed with my eyes blind,
A wolf howled, and a dog cried,
The vulture winked eyes and dived.

                          I felt like in a prison,

                          All the eyes turning crimson,

                          I was dying,

                          And no one was crying.

It was the end,
The end of everything,
The end of all dreams,
The end of life.

                          But was it all an end?

                          I was on a  road bend,

                          I had ambitions to fulfill,

                          Yet my spirits were killed.

What I did, could not be undid,
What I had found was better lost,
What I said, was better unsaid,
And now I rest not in peace, but for the savior.