At dawn they came and took you away.
You were my dead: I walked behind.
In the dark room children cried,
the holy candle gasped for air.
Your lips were chill from the ikon's kiss,
sweat bloomed on your brow
–those deathly flowers!
Like the wives of Peter's troopers in Red Square
I'll stand and howl under the Kremlin towers.
I got the credit and fun inspiration goes to @witcherscreenshotsdump. It is a really fun way to create characters especially the characters I love!! Thanks for the idea friend!! Who should I do next?
"With Regis... we are good old friends, subject to melancholy and grumbling in our own way, understandable to us, and with Dettlaff - temporary flashes of truce and brotherhood. Nothing special."