To what to compare a man of valor
Or to a man that stands?
The storm? The ship? The tree?
The bow? The hilt he holds in his hands?

The storm is relentless, a fearsome force
In roars it rails the strong
But when time is spent and so too is it
Valor still lifts its song

The ship is brave, a mighty masterpiece
Through seas and swells it sails
But against the rock it breaks and stops
But Valor always prevails

The tree endures, a bastion for life
It bends not breaks in bests
But as age and rot corrupt strength to naught
Valor will stand the test

To what to compare a man of valor
Or a man that remains?
The hilt and the bow are but tools to hold;
Valor is made in veins

Valor is of mountains, mountains, mountains
Lasting as all does not
Valor is of ancients as for ages
Valor wont be forgot

How to compare a man to mountains?
A man like this, behold
Of Kog Terias, commander and friend
May your valor ever be told

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Sarapin, in the year 955 AF.