Sorrow,
Swiftly carried by wailing wind
Mourning the passing of the dawn
And the dying of the early morning light
Echoes,
Reflections etched within the soul
Portraits of the rays of sun
As the world slips into night
Where are your words to lead the way?
Where is the Dragon that breaks the night?
Where is that herald of the day?
Where are the banners of the light?
Emptiness,
A fleeting memory passing by
Withered by winters touch
As the world falls to the blight
Tears,
A weeping sigh across the breeze
A tribute of remembrance lost
A silent prayer for sweet respite
Where is the master of the hearth?
Where is our herald of delight?
Where lay you now beneath the earth?
A fallen warrior in the fight!
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Submission Name: In Memory of Robert Jordan
