(A/N: Sorry for taking so long but I haven't had the time nor the mood to work on the poems.)
(Author: Kate)
His feathers glistened in the moon's soft light,
His muscles rippled with Ancient might.
Memories past were kept ever near,
Memories of losing ones held dear.
Upon a cold, stone slab he lay,
Waiting for a renewing day.
A gaping hole deep in his chest,
Is clearly seen through a blood stained vest.
Even though a heart you lack,
Janos, dear friend, please do come back.
(Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANY LOK CHARACTERS!)