The wooden planks we trod on
to reach my childhood friend's house
are now rusting from spewed blood
whose life was deemed less than a stray dog.

The rain that day was like a downpour of evil
unleashed from the pit of hell,
crushing my friend's mother strength to be alive
because she just received a dead body
of  
my childhood friend in her arms
whom she loved with her life
was taken by evils.

When I was by her
crimson-stained body,
She said in a very soft voice :
'Promise me,
take my mom away.
Please take care of her.'

The cool rain and
everything around us
don't mean anything anymore.
She is gone.

Heaven will receive you, my dear friend.
Your virtue shall be lived forever and ever.