Kasmarkin sinks, the forests close,
And ferries part from sight,
Last battles fought, one fighter feels,
She has finally set things right,
Ends must come, they always will,
Regardless of what we do,
Understand though friend, that this mans end, came many years too soon.

In the heaven's eyes, the actions done,
Seemed questionable at best,

And naturally, they countered them, laying our hero down to rest.

Genuinely though, I say to you,
In above -I- no longer trust,
They thought him wrong, but truly sir, he just did what he must.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Sarapin, in the year 409 AF.