When grief is frozen in spirit-chest, how cruel is sorrow as a friend. whispers cut into ashen flesh will forge bonds in heathen hearts. Knowing darkness he rode the ways, striding air-roads with raven cries. Our world needs men of worth like Thane. men with honour, light and truth. _____ People will ask of the reasons why? The rune of gyfu, the sacrifice. No one wants it to be this way. It's so easy, when it's not you.
Take solace in raven cries, riding air-roads of those who died. Our world needs men of worth like Thane. men with honour, light and truth.
Furthering the cause of gods. Trampling the weak and liars. Scorning at the bitter witch. Marching on with hearts of fire!
(Walking away from the village, Cedric hopes that his words have comforted them in their loss. In times to come, he and those like him will write many poems about heroic times such as these )