A/N: this is just a poem I wrote the other day. Enjoy!!
Because He Must
I look at him now, standing there,
With hair so black and face so fair.
White of death, of horror and sorrow,
Will he have strength to reach tomorrow?
His father no more lies on the stone,
Covered with flowers weepingly thrown.
Fleshless hands, over ribcage of bone,
Bare and stripped of all once known.
Cold is his face, covered by shroud,
A sorrowful sight for all the crowd,
That gathers here to mourn his death,
To mourn the one that no longer draws breath.
I look at him again, his face clouded with pain,
Tears falling down like endless rain.
His soft gray eyes, once lively yet gentle,
Now shuttered with grief; will he go mental?
For his father now lies in this hall of stone,
While his returnéd king sits on the throne.
His mother, who blossomed near the ocean,
Lies in the dark soil; breathless, without motion.
Even his brother, once swift and brave,
Floats down the river to his watery grave.
All he once had, now is lost.
They will never return, unlike the frost.
Only in death, will they meet on Haven's shore,
Where they will be together, together once more.
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
Yet he will find strength, because he must.