Many suns and moons, Passed pain and fame.
Shivered Greatness down our backs, A cold chill after.
A Sadist saw his death fun, As a game of life he had been checkmated.
Death stared him in the face, and he smiled right back. Goodbye friend, he finished.
a tear stroked down my pale face, \"You had a great escape friend\" Welcome back to reality.
\"It Hurts\". With that he died. No man ever braver, Who ever cared less. Yet he was my friend.
Best Friend.