Shards of frosty slivered glass
Slice ribbons of his flesh.
The flowing scarlet is still warm,
The pain is still quite fresh.
Glittery fragments lay about him,
Eyes are open, face is down
Dark hair flutters in the wind
His limbs sprawled on the ground.
That broken heart no longer beats
One soul has left this Earth.
I'll miss you, dear one, terribly.
If you had only known your worth.