I stil had the poem he wrote last in my pocket. He loved writting poems at that time, so i expected one from him, but not one like this. I remember that moment, when i broke down. My breathing even stoped for a moment as i saw his writting in what i thought was his last poem. I remember reading it slowly:
"I ignored your advise, i left, knew nothing of what lies ahead.
Gods were not at my side, I was ambushend and nocked from behind.
Three men corned me and said, that to hell i must get.
I didn't agree so they started to fight me.
I fought good, i stood, I took every chance i could.
I broke bones, i fought. I sliced throads like god.
The fight was quite even i fought good. Until i realised that my body started to hurt.
I looked down and saw my aponents dager stabed in my arm .
And with your sword in my hands i fell, like a shoothing star to hell.
With last of my strenght i sent this to you, so remember i always loved you.
I won't forget the way you smile, the way you laugh and make me cry.
But darling you have to let me go. Live your life, don't mourn, to the arms of hell i must fall."
That was the moment i realised what had hapened. He was sent to hell. I swore i would save him and i did, I just got myself caught.
