Stunned to demise from news mistaken,
Falling to the floor hearing he was taken,
Consumed by times and details of death,
He'd simply had troubles with his last breath.
Resolutely, I willed him back,
Though nothing would fill what I now lacked,
Straining for answers that haven't come,
Not knowing the question, all evils done.
Now standing brave in the sea of black,
Fighting reality of upcoming attack,
Roses, so pure, laden on his heart,
Few more could end with this ones start.
Fortunes and stories, they're all myths,
Life and green fields, we'll be closer like this,
Existance, but none more than a frown,
Waiting now for that ominous sound.
Signs mistaken? Maybe true,
Though no more is sought without you,
Smiles haunt when eyes are closed,
Still affected, though no one knows.
