"Watchman's Dirge"

[Twisted Crow]

To a friend that had stood beside me, proud.
Years ago, to where none should bound

Your trust in my rifle and throw;
Eyes vigilant for our foes.
Our war never mattered, as you know
The burden that we could never show
A friend, you trusted me to see
The pain you beared, which I now sing.

It saddens my soul to hear of your fall
Had I been there I would stand with you, tall
War you had left, yet another you brought
Had I only known of the pain this had wrought.
Your eyes harbored the seas, lit with worry
But, bright with the fast march! Ever the hurry.

There was nothing wrong in you
Your honor and love; righteous and true.
Shame is knowing you trusted me, free
While I turned back and stripped the sleeve.
This isn't me, I would always say.
Yet, I wish I could speak with you, on this day.

Though warriors live and die by the blade
I was right to return home and take back the spade.
Yet, a friend like you was brought to the verge.
Which is now, for you, why I sing this dirge.
I take these memories and hold them close
To never again let good women fight alone.

Your 'Watchman'.
In your honor,
always and forever.
Rest well, my friend.