The Fallen Hero - Part 4

“Fallen Hero” Part Four

Six months have past with silent times,
Yet restless in the night sky I roam.
Worried of my friend, my fallen knight,
Banished to live his death alone.

Sat by his grave I speak to him,
Talking at his weathered stone.
As an eerie mist carried on the winds,
Form his figure, Sir Welcome home.

He says, Listen well I have not long,
A warning I have for you.
I’ve seen your fate, your chosen path,
Make peace now, or suffer you will too.

For time is short, you have not long,
Make amends quick now, you must try.
Then he was gone, what have I done?
You tell me this, why… why… why?