Brandon Lee
Two legends lived. One and another
Had Lee as their second name.
The son was Brandoned by his father.
Years passed. Meanwhile, the ships in fame
Swam in the film-sea very bravely,
In all storms staying really strong
And working diligently, gravely.
But their way was not - alas! - long.
The father was no longer leading:
Veils of the heaven took the throne.
But death sometimes tends to be greedy:
Grief does not come - alas! - alone.
It seemed the destiny gave chances
To live, to flourish, to create...
The forehead took the bullet's dances -
"The Crow" turned to be a fate!
The woundrous legend did abandon
The world. Twenty five years passed.
Oh, rest in peace, my dear Brandon,
Let your sleep be serene at last...
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