Lonely in desertland

Death creeps up,
So agonizing and slowly……
The wine of death pours out of its wounds -
Slowly its source of life runs dry.

Pictures from old times:
“When he flew through the air with his brothers,
Majestic, mighty, awe-inspiring“
- penetrate his brain, through a wall of fear of death.

He knows that he has to die.
Nobody can help him, that is the end.

He is lonely in the desert land.

Darkness envelopes him, the pain subsides.
His heart leaves the rhythm of life.
His ancestors’ souls quietly call to him,
A light in the distance shows him the way.

His life given for Mother Earth,
Sacrificed for a higher goal.
Pain dissolves, the end is near.
Darkness gives way to the distant light.