the bow and the arrow

the print you left

bear just witness

to the forceful push

with which you thrust yourself

out from this world

your own very being

launched away from this

temporary hold

you are never gone

the letters of your name

a scar that never heals

so be the bow and the arrow

be the rope and the angered scream

as time now eats away

at the unmarked graves

and indifferent winds take speed

over lands of uncertainty

to hold what can be held

against the coming dark

in the minds of the hollow

hollowed out

your words rang once so true

you are never gone

the letters of your name

a scar that never heals

you are never gone

for you are ours now

we hold you in our hearts

there are still tremors

the occasional sparks

a voice unheard

from the empty void

we can still feel it

your body turned loose in the darkness

grief as the razor

within these walls of skin

to the end of forever

to the end

you are never gone

the letters of your name

a scar that never heals

so be the bow and the arrow

be the rope and the angered scream

you are never gone

as indifferent winds take speed

over lands of uncertainty

you are never gone