The stains trickling down the edges of his lips,
A straight face remaining.
A dreaded corpse,
Begging to see
Blood evident everywhere.

Hair creeping out in places,
Ears tucked back neatly,
Expressionless still
Lacking movement.
Fear seeping into the environment...

Death and life remains unknown,
Symmetrical in every sense.
Cloth removing simple vision
Steady and calm,
Quiet elegancy

Graceful in thought,
Until death once more.