The winds of change bring everlasting torment,
They bestow upon us flowers that wither at the touch,
My incredible loss, my pain, my dear friend.

Will this feeling of loss ever end,
Can you be restored to me again,
Will I see your face once more.

No. This void. This ending. This wind of change.
Death to those who don't deserve it?
To the ones who are honest, loyal and pure?
Why? Why? God damn you!

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Mayan, in the year 311 AF.