My Escort Is Gone

Days are long and nights are short. To last through time I will need an escort. But yesterday I heard the news my escort is gone, to heaven he flew. I saw the feathers from his wings fell in the lonely nights did time love to dwell. Even so, I still need him nevertheless though I know he's there, giving me his bless. It's easy to walk with a pair of legs, to fly with wings, not some wooden pegs. The flesh was raw but now it has rot with attempts to untangle this strangled knot. I am in pain, in severe pain and all this sadness do I wish to feign. But he is gone, everything is gone. Hopefully I'll live to see the upcoming dawn.