Copyright © 2002 Benjamin A. Shelton

Fallen as a bird
Just tumbling from the sky
Closer comes the ground
With blinking of an eye

Tumbling, spinning down
The point of no return
No way to reverse
This wreckage soon to burn

Frozen moment’s time
Some grass kicked in the air
Souls will soon depart
And never feel despair

Stretch the second’s breath
And look into my eyes
Flames will soon appear
The fate you’ll then realize

Time will run right through
The outstretched hands of fear
So turn around and see
A silhouette of me