It was with but a whisper that they fell
They fell,
They fell,
They fell
Unto the ground. Fear whispered
On their faces, but never could tell.
The words that died on their breath
Heard for a last time like leafs they fell.
It would never speak in a heightened tone.
It would but
Insinuate,
Confide,
Sigh
Words upon their listening senses, and they
Would fall in that moment like frail stems.
How many would listen to these spoken
Thoughts on a breeze that etched
A picture on many a face, drawn in a last moment
Abstract horror or relief looked at
From those still on feet, released was their mortal coil
Into oblivions peace.
Come closer I have something to whisper too you
I'll only whisper it,
Pledge,
Vow,
Promise
That what is told will only be on your thoughts
As long as you live.
"Your Going to die,
"I am the voice of last words heard,
"Now my friend exhale last breath,
And in ear shot of those whispered word they
Fell like petals from a dead flower.
My words now told on the features of their face.