AN: It's 2 in the morning and I can't sleep, so I decided to write this. This is by no means a well edited, or even good poem, so please be nice. It'
A soft, shy smile
a gilded man
brows furrowed in concentration
I ask, "what are you thinking?"
you don't answer.
What is your loyalty? Where do you stand?
You stupid, foolish boy, Where do you stand!
wounds so deep, phoenix tears cannot heal
How could you? Why?
Why?
Why?
One last betrayal,
you gilded man.
Struck a knife to the strings,
You Are Dead
You were a swine,
a foul, loathsome creature loved by all.
You took the hand of the fiery maiden,
you were a leader,
a truth seeker
the father of a child,
who lived beyond you.
Whose brave humility can make up for yours.
You were betrayed by a friend,
or should say a follower.
Why did it happen?
You had faults, as all do.
You've done things worthy of regret, but so have I.
With the last brave act, you may seek redemption.
Rest in Peace, my friend.
A victim of war,
the betrayal of a friend
a thousand different paths that lead to the same destination.
Why did you hurt him?
Why?
How can you call yourself a good man?
What happened to the blood that was smeared across your memories?
The world isn't split into two.
What happens to you?
Where are you now?
A last mission to help the side of light.
You held his hand
You stood in the shadow,
but you held his hand.
You went into the door,
gave one last 'goodbye'
Rest in Peace, my friend.
The last one standing,
the grief runs deep.
You fight too hard, now it is time to sleep
in the arms of a lover.
Well, at least you passed on a name.
You saw everything you grew up to know crumple to ashes and built back up only to be stepped on once again
a man you called a friend, dead to you.
a man you stood by, sacrificed in the name of light.
A man that may have been more, forced blame on
you lived enough, it's time to sleep
leave a young boy in the arms of a young man
so rest in peace, my friend
Rest In Peace