A Poem of Frustration for the Ashes of a Friend

[deathbeforedishonour]

In honour of the Good Bishop, who laid down his eternal life to battle the greater foe and save a city that Blood-hunted him. Twice.

They trade upon your virtue;
They feed upon your grace.
By the mercy of your striving,
Another dawn they will embrace.
Yet still they dream of murder,
Take glee at your demise:
Is honour sold so cheaply?
Is justice only lies?
Brave hero, great and daring,
Lay your life aside.
Be one with your creator,
And live as you have died.

... He would have been the better Prince.