Lament of Khorne

A father's love and care of loss,

A cradle of white with silk,

A rose of red, your staff to hold,

A gown of white, your staff to hold,

Regal and grand as a prussian prince you are,

A band of gold, dad's wedding band,

Joy to a little boy as a toy,

Remember this little boy I miss you so,

Bit my love for you will grow and grow.

A cross of blue, with a sash of black and white,

A treasure to aces high.

Photo's of dad, mum and brother you heard and felt.

A teddy of dad's to make your heart melt.

And words of wisdom of dad tell you,

How much I love you.

So sleep little soldier.

I Love You.

My love for you will grow and grow,

We eat at gods table when time is right.

Till then little soldier you sleep tight.

When I have the key to heavens gate,

You shall meet me for you wait.

Sleep and slumber little boy of mine.

One day our souls will entwine.

Together at last for all time.

In memory of

Marc Anthony Brough

12th January 1991

Son of Khorne