My heart beats with pain.
My arms ache to hold you.
My hands long to hold yours.
My lips long to touch thine.
My body needs to feel you, but life has withheld you.
Taken away by fate, my eyes cry for they do not see you riding.
You are not riding towards me.
I freeze when Arthur walks towards me, his hero countenance tells me of his own sorrow.
Before he reaches me, I run.
I run as I weep.
Tears blind me eventually, causing me to run into Bors.
Together we cry, mourning.
Mourning a lover, a brother, a friend.