I never thought the last view I’d see
would be you sent off to the fire
Your body now just a shell
still I know who you are
a father I’ve loved
mortal, now gone
*The nonet poetic form is a 9-line poem that has 9 syllables in the first line, 8 syllables in the second line, 7 syllables in the third line, and continues to count down to one syllable in the final (ninth) line.