Honor his memory

The pain of the mentor fades so slowly,
Only the gift of honor and values remain,
The shadow of time blurs the memories,
Reflection brings them burning once again,

As hours have folded into days,
The distance grows with each breath,
Tears roll down the cheeks of soul,
As the walls of steeled remembrance rise,

The hero has fallen with sword in hand,
The sword must be taken in faith,
Wielded with the truth of justice,
And the willful strength of his memory...