Last night there were three gallant chaps
Tonight there’ll be but two
For one was slain in battle today
And that leaves just me and you

He fought his fight through thick and thin
He fought it just for us
He wouldn’t have bothered had he known
Of the forthcoming nonsensical fuss

So down he laid his life for free
For a maiden he never had
What a fool! We may well cry
But he wasn’t all that bad!

He was actually a good boy
Brought up to stand proud and tall
Whatever made him go so far
As to fall on his sword at all?

For he was not slain in the usual sense
In fact no one wished him ill
He made a simple mistake, you see
And swallowed the bitterest pill

That being ‘Death’ – it’s hard to grasp
How horrid was his end
When it all comes down to the reckoning
And there’s nothing left to spend

Suicide I suppose it was
But we don’t wish to know
The how and the why and the wherefore
He simply had to go

So this just leaves the two of us
Gallant though we may be
Where do we go from here, my Friend
We’ll have to wait and see