For Sigvaldr |
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Hawk streaks cross stark red sky, Whirling silhouette screeches cry, Swooping down to say goodbye, To a splendid man. O, judge this man by his deeds, Thoughtful ever of others needs, To smile and serve his only creed, He was a splendid man. |
Giving soul with ready hand, By a friend he'd staunchly stand, The Heavens must have had a plan, For this splendid man. We'll miss his shining, happy face, In our hearts shall stand a place, For that which can not be replaced, Sigvaldr, a splendid man. |
Secca and Meliora, Baron and Baroness of Altavia |