He was a warrior
As were the rest
But of his skill with swords
He beat the best
And he would gladly charge into battle anytime
For the glory
Of the kingdom,
He was a friend of mine
And always he shall be
Even though his words have gone
He still fights beside me
Because this fallen Knight is a legend
To be told of
Again and again,
He was a fighter
And a lover
A soldier
And a brother
Who stared at enemy lines outnumbered
And held his sword
Up high

He vowed to me
The king
That he would fight by my side
Eternally

Let us not forget him
Let us celebrate his name

you want to know
why he's depressed.
he made a shell distant from his sobriety
and lost touch with any sense of piety.

Tis' a pity, tis' a pity, he becomes
a poor fool, passes away prior to full potential
knows only money and *** to be essential,
and knows nothing on how to deal with the consequential.

fell in love too early
only to know it's too late.
no promises to rectify,
no vows to testify,
only his broken brain left to crucify.

a battered body broken down in battle
with the world around him
and the war within him.
love is thy kryptonite,
drugs are thy dynamite,
left to implode
in the world he created.

he lays in his head, he lies in his head,
he has died in his head,
and thus makes this death.

he lives in everyone's life,
knows not one of his own,
only knows the boundaries of his zone.

Tis' not one of comfort, only discomfort
this man is me.
this man is me.

see my red blood leak on the ledger,
my life flow away like a lost feather,
hang me loose on the tether.
to see sunrise again after tonight?

no please,
never.

I would love someone to send me a letter
Be it cyber or by post
It could be typed or handwritten
With a Dear and Yours Truly
I’d frame it up on my wall
So I could read it at the start of my day
And before I would lie down to sleep
To recall their words when I’m stressed or lonely
Remembering that someone is thinking about me