Father's Last Sonnet

This was inspired by the passage in which the narrator goes to his dying father, but is too late to help him. His father speaks, but the narrator is unable to hear what his father says. This part of the prologue stuck out to me, because the narrator is missing out on hearing the last words of the only person he cares about. I illustrated the scene, and I wrote out what I thought the father might have said, in the form of a Shakespearean sonnet. In case it is not fully readable, this is the text of the father's speech:

Through all my time, there is one truth I've known/When worlds do fall, a hero always saves/We people fight the villains not alone/Still this is so while darkness comes in waves/Tell Steelheart I meant not to harm him; no/I trust he leads a hero's caravan/And now he stands beneath the weight of, though/the power Epics hold, too great for man/But on this day, I watched the world made steel/and souls made ash; but you, I now trust none/The heroes failed, my body broke; I kneel/But heart intact, with this I leave you, Son/My act penultimate: a shot, a wrong/My last: to help a hero, you, along.