I weep for his death
As it was so tragic for me.
I cried myself to sleep
Remembering he sleeps for always.
As he lay in the black veil.
Away from his killer
Away from his life.
Never to see the world again
And see me kill his killer.
I could have helped
But I watched instead.
As he fell into a never ending pit
They call the veil.
The veil or his killer both took him away.
My last family and
My closest thing to a father.
He'll never see the fall of evil
And the good rise.
His death drove me to defeat the evil
But it had to be his death.
So it's the same as the rose having its thorns.
The rose were I defeated evil
But the thorn where he lost his life.
I'll never have a godfather but he acted more as a father as both of us had no family to reach.
Every rose has it's thorn.
