The masses gather in preparation,
As the dark chill of death pervades the air.
Shriveled you still maintain your formation,
With taut skin and veins parched beyond repair.
What once was smooth is now blistered and broken.
Your perfect visage has been marred with specks.
And as if upon a breath last spoken,
Your kin fall with you to pay their respects.
You meet your end fanciful and carefree,
Knowing that this death is just a rebirth.
You will never know what you mean to me,
Because your time is near to join the earth.
And so I pounce like a hungry jackal,
Hearing you break with a hearty crackle.