The mighty

His face was a careless carving
a bad workman's ugly sculpture
ugliness in all its vigour
was a bad omen to all those pass by

It was a tragic end to a happy life
a beautiful flower withering in the sun
was handsome like a dew drop
but is cautiously vanishing in daylight

He has reached the evening of his life
now its time to bid adieu
the mighty came like a cunning fox
and took him away from this dirt.......................