My throne

You appear again.
I feel your warmth in the summer breeze.
I see your beauty in the flowers.
Feel your comfort in the trees.

I can hear calls laughter.
It's beautiful and haunting.
I see multitudes of tortured souls.
My afterlife looks daunting.

I'll never breach heaven.
I'll never see yall again.
Left with memories of yall
With memories of past sins.

I embrace my final moments.
I do not cherish but except it.
The lonely curr irish bustard.
On my throne of destroyed souls I sut.