Fall of a Gentle Giant
Oh, how I’ve beaten and battered myself
All for knowledge to help me make sense
The where, the how, the why of it all
Where, did he go
How, could we know
Why, oh why did our gentle giant fall.
Not one to wax words amid conflict
Never seeking to find out what makes one’s mind tick.
Enter the Sandman to draw out vision
Enter twined words to creative perfection.
Erotic in one hand
Death in the other
He knew how to piece it all together, that was my talented brother.
With well thought out words
And a mind full of wonder
He talked us all through our turmoil with one another.
Graveyard shift brought dark thoughts to us all
How did the hand of this gentle one fall?
Now all that remains on the cold of this day
Are the memories he gave us to keep monotony at bay.
Poems and stories to cherish as gifts from one of the gentlest souls that once lived.
I’ll carry you with me, wherever I go
Your memory lives on inside of our souls.
While the rest of us left behind on this earth grow old
We’ll always remember the stories you told.
Written in paperback with titles so bold.
You are our brother forever and ours forever to hold.
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