Will, you were my best friend.
Will, you were so important to me,
So much that every time I played I brought you with me on my journey,
You sealed up my wounds and rejuvenated my blood,
And curdled the enemies and I unleashed my flood,
I’ll take you well into the hands of my grief…
I still remember the day when we first met each other,
Just that day, on the field, that I peeked into a store,
And you lied there, in the darkness, out on the floor,
I picked you up and you were coughing as we walked through the door.
I duressed the merchant and he sold you for twenty-four….
Will, I took you into my hideous hideout,
Straightened your wounds, combed your hair and fixed that clout,
Will, whenever they called me to fight I never forgot to mount without you,
You transfused me a vigor of confidence I never amassed before,
And the night after the battle I took some ink and taught you some more.
I listened to your reflections, your torn, fiendish pages of your past,