Tribute to Helios
The loss of one, so very young,So erudite and clear,
With such potential and such hope
Brings sorrow most sincere.
It isn't like his job was done,
And we had drunk our fill,
Of words that like sweet wine did flow
From the fountain of his quill.
It's like the sunshine stole away,
And we were left morose,
Because the light was taken soon,
Our morning sun, our Helios.
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