Drowning

Like a shooting star,

He fell too soon.

Beneath black skies,

And an angry moon.

How was he to know that he'd be,

A hero to this lost people.

To fight by the sides of the prey,

To attack, although the effort's feeble.

And he thought about the truth,

Lost in a world now his own.

A people he's started to call his kind,

A fate that was previously sown.

And he cried out brokenly,

< Where's my people to save me? >

And he wished silently on a star,

On a star he could no longer see.

< I'm drowning in my enemies blood!

Drowning in the pain of it all.

Drowning in this hopelessness!

Come and save me before I fall. >

And he cried this nightly,

Hoping they'd come soon.

He cried out among his people,

Beneath an angry moon.