The heavy lifting blood pint draining sighs

Frequently blinks and shutters the lids

The lazy sight beholds flickering lights

Going on and off like a lightning bug

Body laying numb lifeless in the colt

Months preparing an opening a crusader gap

For an outlaw streams of saliva

And a deep-rooted grunt

Filled with melodious snore

Sizzling at many minute intervals

Of final loud loud moan

And a deep journey to Oblivion

The lids closes

The blinking stops

But the snores remained.