09-12-2010, 09:11 PM
*A lone tear wells in Charles' right eye as he watches Tyvon's viking funeral ship drift slowly away, burning alone in the cold sea as it fades into the night horizon. Soon it vanishes from sight and Adam lets out another mournful wail as Katherine and Morgan console those standing on the beach, beuatifully singing the traditional Nordic death poem:
On a good day
will such a moderator be born
who leaves such a sorrow.
His reign
will forever be
mentioned as good only.
The ship's glow too disappears, leaving the anguished few to weep only by the solemn light of the moon. Even the whimsical Hunter realizes the magnitude of this sorrowful event and wanders off to contemplate alone. The ship floats in its incandescent majesty towards the new world, a land of untold opportunity. There, along this new land's rocky coast, some might find the smoldering wreckage of this longboat and see its runic engraving, "Tyvon, a man among men. A friend among friends", and know that the charred body they found belonged to a true hero. May his legacy live on eternally.
On a good day
will such a moderator be born
who leaves such a sorrow.
His reign
will forever be
mentioned as good only.
The ship's glow too disappears, leaving the anguished few to weep only by the solemn light of the moon. Even the whimsical Hunter realizes the magnitude of this sorrowful event and wanders off to contemplate alone. The ship floats in its incandescent majesty towards the new world, a land of untold opportunity. There, along this new land's rocky coast, some might find the smoldering wreckage of this longboat and see its runic engraving, "Tyvon, a man among men. A friend among friends", and know that the charred body they found belonged to a true hero. May his legacy live on eternally.