Farewell
by Cirth, written upon Cordir's retirement, June 2008.
The temple hall is quiet now
the shuttle rests upon the loom
little weavers weave alone
their cobwebs growing in the gloom
Her faithful watch has passed
and Lady Fate transcend
Six words to remember her
ebon bard, triat master, goddess,
friend
…
Cloaked in golden autumn leaves
the Maidens' journey still unfold
every season an adventure
every track a story told
Her feet are firmly rooted
yet ever roaming free
three images conjured
her copper curls, an impish grin,
a majestic tree
…
By the Lady animated
immortal blood to ply his veins
fragrances' of the Maidens seasons
his cindering soul sustains
the Pale One keeps his vigil
his records right and true
four words of parting
I will remember
you