In silent shadows, I sit and see, You live your lives so easily. My son, a soul of fire and might, Would have stood firm, embraced the night. He'd guard your kin with steadfast grace, And seek out justice in this place. Yet twenty moons have sailed the sky, Not one of you has stopped to try. You speak of love, but look aside, To comfort's shore you swiftly glide. Friendship claimed, yet truly none, For him we battle, 'til life is done. His spirit fights through us each day, While empty words just wash away. You pass us by, your heads held high, But he would never let things lie. So do not speak of friendship's hue, For he was kin, and you just knew. With every breath, we still defend, He was our son, you were no friend.