It began with hello;
but ended before goodbye.

Niether of us thought
that either of us would die.

It started one fall day,
I was way in over my head;
all I needed was a friend.

I grew up by your side,
you grew up by mine.

We didn't know
I was living on borrowed time.

But now here I lay,
ahem, lie;
dressed in white,
blank eyes to the sky.

You walk over slowly and whisper goodbye.
You look so odd as you begin to cry.

Goodbye to you also, my friend
but in my sight,
our friendship will never die.

-Inspired by the final battle