Pavlo

I just hurt today. I am taking on challenges, I know, but I am killing my best friend at the same time. This hurts him and me. But I can't sit around waiting, so I move forward, with the tip of the dagger at his heart. I am trying to look him in the eyes as I do it, so he knows, he knows that I love him. He has always been there for me, through thick and thin, through the long nights, and now it is my turn to be there for him. I will carve a map into his skin, so that he might find his way home once he resurrects. It will be a map to nowhere, a map to the fools gold, I hope he takes it for the treasure that it is. I hope his eyes are wide enough to see the journey, I hope his heart is open enough to feel the ocean, I hope his lungs big enough to sing his song. As I raise and lower the masts day in and day out, you will here me sing praises to Pavlo and his dogs, a ballad of the sacrifice he made, he is of the greatest of men willing to take on the whole load for this ship to roam free. I will praise in thanks every sunrise and summon fire in his name every night. The man who holds the world.