• The last words she ever spoke upon her dying breath that day,
    was that she would always love me for being her last friend to stay.
    i held her in my arms while her body was tender and limp and cold,
    she begged me then, on that spot her daughter to let grow old.
    she then smiled as a single tear rolled on down her slender face,
    and whispered “i love you” the closed her eyes and passed on with grace.

    i raised her daughter as my own, every night looking at the sky,
    knowing i was the last friend of hers, who stayed until she died.
    little had i know, i would fail my promise to her so soon,
    for within just one simple week, in a sherwood field at the crack of noon,
    a small band of men walked up, the same who killed her mother,
    and before i could grab my knife, took her life like she was cannon fodder.

    and her daughter, tears in eyes, told me with such strong final words so true:
    ”Hope, you’re her hero, mine too, you know we’ll always love you…………..”
    it was on that day i vowed that i would make those heartless men pay,
    and that i would never forget BlackAngel or her daughter, and for them i’d pray.
    every day i go and visit them were they lay inside their graves so small and blue,
    where i sit between them, remembering their final words to me: “Hope, i love you”