Charlie you deserve my respect,
The brutal bloody fate in store
I hope you did not suspect.
He never harmed a living soul
Yet hands unfit to touch him,
Would soon transform his regal form
With death and pain and sadness,
For there'd be no comfort
As the 'final hour' drew near.
No loving tender touch
To make it easier to bear.
What cruel unjust and callous world
To break this gentle heart,
Eyes glazed with fear, my lovely boy
Would soon be ripped apart.
Rest In Peace
xxx