Nirvana
Like dried wine on stone
My eye is tinged with the reflection of droplets
Akin to the vine
His Agony sings memories of empathy and fire
He pleads “Please stop”
As I feed on the cadaver
Drunk with blood I cannot
Screams turn to whispers at last
The heavens forgot
Frantic he was then solemnly passed
I return to feast on this Phoenix
Above thunder claps