Death appears (THE CRY OF THE POWERFUL)

The Powerful One cried out its frustration and rage

Why am I alone after all that I have done

I never willingly sinned or knowingly hurt anyone

All that I did, I had to, it was mine to do

If I had not taken the reins and dirtied my hands

Where would we have been, our family our name

I'm the one who did everything yet I was cursed

who cared about my suffering or understood me?

Or wasn’t I important in the rumble of responsibility

Was I evil, cunning or bad? 

I tried my hand, 

Fate felled my plan

What was my fault in that?

Those who depended on me
Willingly took what I gave
Though, they were also the first to blame
I could see their curses flashing in their eyes
Yet, shamelessly eating from the hand that fed
As though depending on my by right
Not a moment's help
Not a single pleasure
Life passes by
Leaving me but a shell
While they gorge upon my body in glee

And he raged on blindly, cursing, hating all the while, 

hurting all the time

The blow of death came as a surprise, 

Why yesterday he was just fine

His brother, the weak one sorely wept

Wise priest, kind uncle were quite bereft

And they bathed his body off his  earthly pains

As they could never have in his lifetime

Pains that only men could understand

All the while viewing the weak brother in contempt

And to that face of power, peace came too

Stilling in him the fight to live

Stalling his every call

The light of peace soothed him

Helped him overcome the tiredness of earthly toil