Attacked with a motionless step
He spewed and shot life from the back of his neck
He never saw it coming, the weapon, the knife.
and how it struck him with the taking of his life
His blood spilled, nobody heard a thing
not a thump, not a crunch, not even a ring
As his body laid there, motionless, dead
His earthly stone engraved, and this what it said
"Here lies our neighbor, so wonderful, so dear.
He was coldly stricken down without a ring in his ear"