Storming from the sky was a shadow.
Falling down, his thoughts were shallow.
He was out of mind, and hard he hit,
but kind, the earth, it didn't hurt a bit.

Chalk lines from where his body fell
High from the sky, the city bell.
Silently fell to the ground so concrete,
His life, for which he didn't compete.

Screams from before made no sound.
"Oh my god, he's dead." Because of the ground.
Lifeless and cold, his body intact,
Even after such a heavy impact.

People surrounded him as he lie on his face,
after falling so far with such gentle grace.
The sun is now gone, with no light to shed.
The night has come, and somebody is dead.