Eyes raised heavenwards,
Hands outstretched, as if pleading,
He lay upon the ground.
No one in sight for miles around.
Upon the grassy plains, desolate he stood.
He cried for food, he was hungry,
No one heard his cry.
He begged for water, his throat was parched,
No rains came to quench his thirst.
He prayed for peace, his soul was in turmoil,
No solace came.
He called for love, loneliness threatened him,
None came to love him.
He sobbed for death, he could live no more.
And so death came swiftly.
His only companion, only friend.
It had walked with him, patiently,
Watching, waiting till it was called.
Faithfully it had endured.
Never abandoning him, always willing,
Finally it came and fulfilled its vow of friendship.
And at long last he was alone no more.
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