The Fallen Hero - Part 5

“Fallen Hero” Part Five

Three days later, woke once again,
The phone rings loud and long.
With news not good, prediction true,
Emotions flow so strong.

My father passed a sudden death,
Our wounded past still raw.
For in five years we hadn’t spoke,
And now my tears they pour.

In this time of desperate need
Our hero shows his face.
I’m sorry I could not have told you more,
I was bound by the lore in place.

Though to you now I have a gift
To mark our relations end.
Your father’s spirit comes to you
So you may make amends.

I thanked his grace, my fallen friend,
As we bid our fond farewells.
His misty figure did dissipate,
As my father walked through from hell.

For what seemed like days we talked things out,
We spoke of our troubled past.
We made our peace on level terms,
Until all evil thoughts were cast.

With our slate made clean, a light from the sky
Purged down from heaven above,
To redeem my fathers life and ways,
Flying high like God’s white dove.

Then a voice rang out, my fallen hero,
With a final last goodbye.
Thanks to your soul and my last great deed
I may now pass to the sky.

Or no longer with that burning question
Must my spirit ride.
For now I may rest in peace my friend
Never asking why… why… why?