Drew

 In the realm of artistry, where passions ignite,

A tale unfolds of a friend who shone so bright,

Drew, the creative soul, adorned with grace,

A tapestry of talents, a captivating embrace.

In strokes of color, his brush brought life,

A poet's pen, words cutting like a knife,

Fire spinner extraordinaire, dancing with light,

Drew, a multifaceted gem, a radiant sight.

Oh, Drew, your spirit soared, like a shooting star,

A creative force, who left us ajar,

Taken too soon, in the bloom of youth,

Leaving behind a legacy of brutal truth.

His artistry painted dreams on canvas wide,

Each stroke a story, emotions amplified,

His poems, an echo of his soul's deep quest,

Words that touched hearts, leaving them blessed.

Oh, Drew, your spirit soared, like a shooting star,

A creative force, who left us ajar,

Taken too soon, in the bloom of youth,

Leaving behind a legacy of honest truth.

Through fire's embrace, he danced with grace,

A spectacle of passion, in every spinning pace,

His spirit ablaze, igniting the night,

A beacon of inspiration, burning bright.

But fate's cruel hand, a bitter twist of fate,

Snatched him away, leaving us to contemplate,

The emptiness, the void, an ache so deep,

As we mourn the loss, our souls quietly weep.

Oh, Drew, your spirit soared, like a shooting star,

A creative force, who left us ajar,

Taken too soon, in the bloom of youth,

Leaving behind a legacy of sad truth.

As we bid farewell to our dear friend,

May his artistry, his essence, never end,

In our hearts, his legacy will forever reside,

A reminder to live fully, to create, and to stride.

Though Drew's time on Earth was cut too short,

His presence lingers in memories, never to distort,

A cherished soul, forever held dear,

His artistic spirit, in our hearts, sincere.