Here's my first poem. I hope you like it!

The mourning dove may not sing yet

For once more this story must be set

Of lives gone by without safe bet

Now I will tell it if you will let

Stolen away in the dark of the night

He died anyway, but put up a fight

He saved from the dark but was taken from light

So ends our hero the first brave knight

Taken away, his life as a lore

Going out in one last, final roar

Saved an army but went through death's door

This hero is not to be seen anymore

Spirited away once happiness found

Always to fights for freedom bound

Once the battle was over, no longer round

He shall now rest by his love in the ground

One person left, not a group member. No!

He ran far away with nowhere to go

Not to stand and fight although

But to get away from what he used to know

Three in the ground and one above

Now may cry the mourning dove

The tale is lives lived and lost for love

And, so, now may cry the mourning dove

Hope you liked it. I know its sad. I think I'll write something happy next. Please Review!