|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.