Eulogy

Here lies a friend

Entombed in the insecurities of the present,

Hunted by the mistakes of the past,

Haunted by the spirit of inevitability,

Chased by the ghost of his abandonment.

He chose his path like the best of men

And left us here to mourn.

My hand sang his eulogy

With blade and needle

My vengeance finished

His will be done.

We lay his spirit to rest today

For we have no body to bury.

We sing of his end now

For we lay his aggressors with him.

We entrust him to his god

For we can do no more for him.

My hand writes his eulogy

With paper, ink, and blood

And so I end our mourning here

There are yet more to drag to hell.

Goodnight, Thomas Blake

May your god be kind to your likeness.

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