Hero's Eulogy

My sole remembrance of the lost...

Fate and time run synonymously in an unending cycle,
Bending and breaking the lives lying in the mortal plain of their power.
Mending hearts that soon shatter, saving the lives that least matter,
A friend grows harder and harder to come by.
Fate and time run synonymously in an unending cycle,
It’s only a matter of time, and fate stops for no one,
Not even the hero.

A man that shall remain unnamed for sake of morality,
of mediocre descent, treading to an astounding greatness.
In a world like this, the closest to a pure heart there may ever be,
being the best target to fate, to be skinned, and hung out to dry,
the one who fights their absolute hardest before they die.
I tell the story of a friend I saw as my brother,
who was destined for more, until his fate and time clashed with each other.

The unnamed hero brought no ill will amongst his fellow man,
through the opposition of nature, he found himself, and his own inner peace.
He pulled me from the wolves, beaten, but not broken,
He returned to me the hope they had stolen.
He guided me into the being that is now myself,
And all he ever did for anyone was help.
I wish he didn’t have to face that fate,
A man of peace cut down in a war of hate.

Even I did my best to warn him,
but it was through his trust he met his overwhelming adversity.
He sought to defend the defenseless with his fellow’s aid,
and was cut down by his ally in an accidental game of charades.
Rather mistaken for foe, or uncontrolled fingers did it, I’ll never know,
But I warned him. He ran into the crimson rivers, hoping the current
would take him higher than he could climb, thinking he could swim it.
And the waters that should’ve meant no ill will drowned him.

Fate and time run synonymously in an unending cycle,
Bending and breaking the lives lying in the mortal plain of their power.
It’s only a matter of time, and fate stops for no one,
not even the hero.

And everyone who knew him mourned,
their hearts heavy and their lungs frozen in their chest.
He saved us from becoming the tide that crushed him,
and maybe in our flood of tears he could never rest.
He saved me from the shadows once,
bending fate and altering time for me.
Maybe he rushed his own fate,
Caught in a hail of brethren’s bullets.

This is a hero’s eulogy, told from the only brother who could not mourn him.
These are the words from my heart, the one who still struggles not to scorn him.