I stare out into space, With too solemn a face. Envisioning the deceased adjacent to me, Three pods in a pea. But they suddenly became relentless and attached, But still so beautifully matched. They were clinging onto my neck, As it gradually became a wreck. I could no longer see and my face was pale, Such omniscient spirits and yet me, so frail. Endless caressing of my face, Oh, such a disgrace! I ended up in a place of pure white, Where there were no longer spirits of the night.