Joyful end to all
Was this what you found?
Didn’t you want to fall?
Gazing up at the ground

Red nectar, it pours
Crystal showers, they weep
Life, it’s yours
Death, you get to keep

Cradled by the dirt
Mother’s creatures feast
Were they what slayed the beast?

Hurt by the thorns of grief
Regretting the earlier motif
Now just as hurt.