Three years ago this December was the last I saw your grave, but I feel just like it was yesterday that I felt your warm embrace.
I know now it was just puppy love, but still my heart it breaks.
In the stars I know you look down to us, our lion king you took your place.
Horse man of chaos you called yourself, the only chaos is that you can't be replaced.
I was only sixteen now I'm twenty-four and everyday I see your face.
I wish I was religious so I could find conform in Hods saving grace, but Simba isn't the one who died, and I know you'll make it back to pride. So darling I hope you're good tonight and I know that we can make this right. Undead til the day we die
R.I.P Dalton Mayn
P.S I swear I loved you