Your hand in my hand

The Weeper

My hand and your form
The flame both rendered us deform
The raging fire
Made our burning pyre
The scars which made a mother weep
And a old fool swear to keep
To keep you under lock and key
So you could never flee

For years and years
Your mother shed her tears
Tears for your sisters lifeless form
And only did her grief swarm

The face of a disgusted father
Only made your eye grow darker
He claimed what burned away was honor
Of the true son that is now a Martyr

Here lies my scarred hand on your face
We no longer have any space
My hand and your form burned by the same flame
But we do not yet share a last name

As days go by
My friend I wonder where I will lie
Six feet below and no deeper
And soon you will be the weeper

Weeping over the two who died
My dear friend you tried
You tried to save our lives
From the pain that stung like knives