Philosophical

Your corpse lay battered upon the floor 
But I look away in disgust 
Like Caesar did when he was presented 
With the head of Pompeii 
For he was his friend and he knew him well 
More than a worthy opponent 
And as well versed 
But killing happens in a moment 
And it is all over too soon 
 
The life that once was there 
Is seen to be more full 
In the wake that death brings 
The senselessness of it all 
Shows you the face of Melancholia 
Written in the lines you've traced 
Stretching from eastern Africa 
To the mountainous regions of Mongolia 
Rolling down your cheeks to fall

Face of Melancholia