Our Friend by Ordinary Rabbit

Our friend who had brown hair
& a brown horse & a fine bow
Who stood right here, whom we scarcely remember
Who had true aim, who had grace in the war
& a musical laugh & a lyrical heart
She was torn to pieces by dogs

Our friend who wore three stars
Cross her warm breast, who had seen the light
Who was struck blind, & whose deepest desires
Were close hold & yet writ on the wind
She was borne to the ground by the weight of the shame
Then was torn to pieces by dogs

On the mountain, high above the petroglyphs
Proud chin thrust heavenward, stands a pitch-black skeleton
In its marrow a truth is concealed
Truth: it can be anything that serves the King
Our fates sealed & His colours returned to the field

Our friend who had blue eyes
& a sharp mind & a sweet smile
Who was a true friend, who was the pride of the Forest
& whose warm praise made one glow like a flame
& whose faith in the Lord was coin of the realm
She was torn to pieces by dogs.