Ode to Merry
A worthy life lived, A noble end granted,
in the end to see, one's friends safe and well.
A miracle occured, mortal restrictions, if but for a moment, put away,
a gentle life as sacrifice is laid, though t'was at death's door anyway.
He stuck his foot in the door, and come what may,
He tarried for many a moment more,
and once the Isle of crisis had passed,
gently sighing embraced Fate at last.
He went, is gone, though remains in our memories fast,
The song for thee, going Merry, the first, only, and (?) Last.
