Dust
flying on the wings of a dead bird

sun
burning its black body forgotten by time
minute-by-minute closer to burst into flames
charcoal wasps wonder around waiting
for the red days of a long-gone life inside
two worms: strife for survival
eat him first I'm
not ready

all around just vultures floating over their prey
winged nightmares spreading ashes behind
decomposed, their bodies keep flying
the whole sky falls asleep

Charon is ready
last transport to Hades