Farewell to a Friend

Oh if we could only chirp like birds
Having a good wind carry our words
As those looking in from the outer dark
Resist the urge for an occasional bark
Once wise, vigorous and walking the land
Now dotard, ungainly, barely able to stand
Is something feeding off of you ?

From that first long spellbound gawk
A fat mouse embracing the hungry hawk
Feeding well, not even leaving a bone
You are only a stain, all but unknown
Tightly twisted lust instead of true love
Too little below and not much above
Do you know what’s feasting on you ?

No warm spirit bestowing soothing caress
But an ancient evil and your soul to possess
Something far older than recorded time
Foul and never worthy of  good rhyme
Exotically titillating and dreamy eyed
Never able to feel your love deep inside
While it slowly eats you alive

Seemingly beautiful, much to be seen
In front of a mirror where it does preen
For a nightly feast where fools will revel
Raising their cups to a gluttonous devil
Wasting chirping words upon a bad wind
Consumed by your muse, no words to send
A stain in the dirt, fast fading away