Dead In Glory Poem by venessa ambrose

That was the last thing he did,
The final stroke before his call,
The end of the game came soon,
The fastest league he played.

He watched as the crowd yelled,
Listening to the tension that grew,
As each whistle was signaled,
And each player move.

He fell fast, so fast!
Faster than reality,
That even nature knew not when,
He already left.

He fell doing what he loves,
What he wanted to do,
He fell playing a game,
One he wished he ended.

The lights were around him,
But his soul was now gone,
The noise were distant,
As he was welcomed to his new home.

In loving memory of football player morosini piermario...