That Thing

That thing lay trembling on a cold floor
The final desolate implosion of despair
Alone
Forsaken
It called for succour but you did not hear
It offered a hand to the abyss you crafted
Weeping
Terrified
That thing grew ancient and then perished there
The closing recital from the ghoulish elegy of faith
Silent
Lifeless
A celestial untiring lament gently stirs the sable dusty relics
A precious stone tumbles from the heart of that dead thing
Dazzling
Exquisite