Skull Vision

Who knows; Who cares; Why even bother?
But to me she more than a drunk's daughter.
Alas, poor Yorick I didn't know you as well.
Maybe you escaped from this painted hell.

Looking through your eye holes, friend.
Skull so devoid of thought; I pretend.
My fallen comrade; My buddy in arms.
Cranium so smooth; Still you have charm.

The war for you is over; Mine lingers.
We still survive; And we have singers.
Beowulf would have been so proud.
He wouldn't accept this little shroud.

A toast to you, Yorick; My mug is high.
She would have given you a high five.
But, alas, she didn't know you either.
A salute, Yorick; You given a breather.

Wars and rumors of wars; Take heart.
Yorick, many men still love your art.
You'll never be alone, Yorick; No way.
Fallen heroes will always come to play.