The passing clouds showered my mane,
The evening sun colored my mane,
Moments froze as I wait,
For the one blessed by fate.
Twilight haunted the day its pride
Murmuring the requiem it rides,
Blackness clouded my eyes open so wide
Struggling to find the image it hides.
Dreams surfaced my mind galloping
White horse with wings wavering,
Cold winds bore the wild scent lingering
A soft hand with palms shivering.
Sinister eyes waited to pounce
As wailing triumph denounce,
Retreating beats echoed in my ears
As I lay with an arrow on my rear.
Fading glory failed to stop
As around my death bed shadows hop,
Blinding lights approached my pyre
As Gates of Heaven open for me, virile.
~Trilok~
The Nth Sense 