Gone
He was my friend
At one point
I feared him
Found out
His true intent
He became one to trust
My brother
My father
The person I'd never had
I loved him
He cared for me
My godfather
He could make me laugh
Cheer me up
Bring me down to earth
Comfort me
And cry with me
Now he's gone
Frustrated
By being contained
He broke free
To join the battle
The first skirmish
In a still-continuing war
Of good
Versus evil
And one moment
He was laughing
In the face
Of danger
And in the next
Gone
They say that he's
Still with me
But why can I not
See him
Hear him
Feel him
I know
That some don't
Even care
For he is just
One loss
In an epic war
And yet
I wish that
He wasn't called
That his time
Was not so soon
I try to find a way
To find him
But it's too late
I blame myself
For his perishing
I started the battle
He came after me
And was killed
The eldest comes
And comforts me
And takes the blame
A small child
Tells of her mother
Also passed on
And says, simply
"They aren't gone
Can't you hear them?"
And I do
I hear him call
And comfort
Just like he used to
And tell me
To adjust to my pain
From the loss
He will guard me
Into the next world
Until I am free
And finally
Headed home
For I am that
Whish he loves
More than anything
In any of the many worlds
I smile
And shed
My last tears
They are crystalline
And shining
They shimmer
As they fall
And as I cry
I laugh
Because the wound
Of my loss
Has been healed
And he is with me yet
My godfather