The Red Ram

When I Have Met The End
And The Ground Closes In
Don't Tread My Carthen State
For This Beast Guards My Den

A Conflagration From His Fierce Muzzle
The Cloven Hooves Are Sharp On Edge
Horns Curl Thrice Round His Face
While Wearing Fur Colored Blood Red

He Is My Guardian
While I Rest In Peace
Above These Six Feet Of Dirt
A Ram With A Crimson Fleece

The Ovis Dalli Sanguine By The Light Of The Moon
He Will Graze On My Rot And Bed Down On My Burial Dune