We will fight this,

With love,

And smiles and tears,

For him,

Always known,

And well loved,

He who shaped my growing form,


But his form,

Now lying there,



I love,

As I have always loved,

Yet I hate what lies within,

A darkness,

Evil sickness,


And stealing,

A light that shone so bright,

My hero,

My love,

Now faded,

And dead,

A figure I don't know,

And that doesn't know me.

The End

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