The Final Battle

This is it,
This is now,
And yet still I can see,
That you refuse to take a bow,

Even as the last bell sounds,
And the war begins to end,
You’re still fighting,
Struggling for your heart, to defend,

They’re gone, they’re dead,
Don’t you understand?
Can’t you see that even now,
Destruction is coming from your hand?

You will never be their King,
You will never have what you deserve,
Even though your people,
I taught you just to serve,

They don’t love you, they never have,
Not the way I did,
They don’t see you as the man you are,
They see you as the child who hid,

I take your head in my hands,
As your last cry sounds,
And not even your friends,
Can see your body hit the ground,

A fifteen year old boy,
Driven mad by hate and fear,
Why didn’t you understand,
That the end was drawing near?

I cradle your body,
As you take your final breathes,
You’re with me now, my son,
Perhaps you can finally rest.