Keepers of Lore/In Memoriam/Telum Blackbird

As gathered by Joaquim

In memory of Telum Blackbird, Count of Santoo

A comrade in arms, a trusted friend, a man of many laughs, and a twinkle in his eyes, perhaps much power, was placed on the shoulders, of a man that was young, noble but tender.

Crushed heart, crushed dreams, like a morning after a dream, present but gone, alone I ate at the banquet, alone I poured the fine wine of Orz, you never came, but sent a storm instead, to take your place, to finish your vengeance, to tear the lands, to tear the hearts,

After the thunder, a robin sang.

You were gone, you said not a word, you departed from the lands, as you departed from the hope, what brought you down, o' Count of Santoo? the final drop, what was it, to make you bear no more?

To conclude I must ponder, that it is a pity indeed, when a man that is small, towers over a friend, a man who stood tall.