Once again, the death of another friend
Picture the scene, if you can
A blue tent with a clear blue sky
A faint sunlit moon slowly decending behind
A tree and a small blue crowd
Shaun is free
No more constraints, no more pain
But he\'ll never again get to see the rain
Hear musical notes climb and decend
This world will just continue
blind to this end
to this sobering moment in time
We never got to have that beer and discuss the book
I never got to hear where in your mind it took
If you could relate as I once did
To that one poem inside
\"I remember friends from wars, all but we forgot
All of them distilled into each wound we caught
Those wounds were all the painful places we fought
Battles better left behind, ones we never sought
What is it that we spent, and what was it we bought\" ~ F. Herbert
It\'s kinda like that, you know
Born into the craziness of this world
To be brought low
Again and again
But you, my friend, I would defend
If I were now able
Everything we know, it just ends
And, if you\'re lucky, you become a fable
That so rarely happens though
I will remember you Shaun, and all the times we would just spend
Talking