Not very Epic

The three men I admired the most,

But not the father, the son, or the holy ghost.

My friends, who have shared all my woes,

Will leave me looking at a friend’s corpse.

Lucius was tired.

Thinking of someone past, but never forgotten.

Someone that we never knew or inquired.

Are we all going to die and suffer the same?

Are we simply going to live to expire?

Fighting every day for a single extra breath.

Living, without any wants or desires?

Nay I say!

Damn you I say!

Damn this non-existent entity that never inspires.

It only conspires

Against our greatest light.

I turn to the man that wants to separate our brotherly love

I scream at him, as my feelings begin to take flight.

They soar,

And most definitively not quietly into the night.

I call him a monster.

He still manages to smite

One of the only friends I have in this lonely world.

My friends do not go to help me or him, it seems as if even daylight.