Shattering of the Blood-Stained Darts - M.Weisgerber

Sharpest Fracture -

Goodbye, dear constant soldier of the night

Headstrong; he who taught me how to fight.

What can we say, to him whose life betrayed

himself, daily - now frozen, never to grow old

Never again to laugh or cry.

You supped upon their finest poison,

drained that crystal chalice in a fell swoop,

stumbled to the nearest window

and awaited the coming of the dawn

with a new sense of urgency.

We are those left with boyhood memories,

of many good times through the woods

of endless futures never quite set.

We forged bonds of weight n stone,

gave meaning to all the insane wanderings in the dark.

We laughed... what is there left to say?

You led us first and foremost, and lead us again now,

apparently a marked man destined for an endless night.

Hope now, in your chilled embrace

fated for the fire.