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.