13 August 2012
Small but already steadfast, Sword and shield in your grasp, Helmet and breastplate of brass, A hero, we foresee down your path.
Beaming hope and care, Ready to help and share, You wear the amour unaware, Growing up in an unknown affair.
Then comes the day you hear, In a whisper on your final year, "Darling you were always lionhearted", and with those words from this world you departed.
Lionhearted One • Opuss № I