Our first two contestants
Quinn and
Ugfire leave us i hope you enjoyed the tournament and with this poem i bid you farewell
By ways remote and distant waters sped,
Brother, to thy sad grave-side am I come,That I may give the
last gifts to the dead,And vainly parley with thine ashes dumb:
Since she who now bestows and now deniesHath ta'en thee,
hapless brother, from mine eyes.But lo! these gifts, the heirlooms
of past years,Are made sad things to grace thy coffin shell;Take them,
all drenched with a brother's tears, And, brother, for all time, hail and farewell!
