By Siddharth, 10B

As I catapulted through the air,

My life flashed before my eyes.

Flying without a halt,

Not a soul heard my cries.

I stood at the doorway,

A warm breeze in my face,

I just watched the hidden shadows

As their bodies were beaten with a mace.

No one could hear their pleas,

While they slowly faded.

Then came the fleas,

Their heinous eyes gleamed as they feasted.

I had done naught,

To help save their lives.

If only I had fought,

To let their widows stay wives.

As these scenes rushed through my head,

I liberated my last breath.

A final look at the sea,

Before I embraced death.