Crickets chirping, dogs barking,
Moaning so soft, hauntingly striking.
Tattered cloth, bloody and dry,
Headless spine, a deadly cry.
Loitering the street, seeking answers,
Searching for his severed head.
Under the new moon's eternal grace,
Asking questions, long since dead.
A shadow, a spirit without a name,
Nobody to mourn, no shrine or fame.
Cut-off from life and death,
A painful tragedy, a punishing game.