The black, the blue; pure white and red -
In brightness dimmed he lived by greedy whim,
Yet never thought so far ahead for naught -
Until he felt the gaze of Grim on him.

The sky, the sea; ***** brown and greeneries -
Hence fade away to soot 'til none remained,
Oh lovely memory of sceneries begot -
Lost; still destiny maintained the same.

The rich, the living; quiet enviosity and rain -
His heart slows from the veiled shadowed threat,
In vain, he held his presence close and taut -
Then and there, he lost his precious painful breath.