When they were beautiful

Untainted by wisdom

Bereft of such sustenance

Only time satisfies

So hungry, impatient

Devouring life

In raw bloody chunks

When they were beautiful

When thirsty they drank

The juice right from the fruit

Nothing harnessed nor contained

Fearing anything between

Themselves and their craving

Only stood to impede fulfillment

When they were beautiful

Might one depart

Amidst such voracious vitality

Choking on life…

Instilling the others with

Tremendous grief

Reverence and envy

When they were beautiful

Much to be learned, yes

Lessons best left untaught

Believing the price’s too high

And the deceleration, contagious

Echoes of life reach much farther

When one dies while still beautiful

So went the unspoken consensus

When they were beautiful