In Memory of Meta

Azure stands and for a moment searches the faces of those gathered. She draws out a silver flute, whose barrel is embossed with a delicate lily. Her gaze turns down to it, thoughtfully. She plays a soft tune on her flute, then says quietly, "I'd like to say that this is, perhaps the most difficult song I've ever written. First, I believe in life and while there is life, there is always hope. There are so many I already miss, but the hope is that someday they may return. With Meta, a warrior I respected greatly, there is not that hope for he accepted final death. Azure smiles wistfully and her gaze grows far distant.
"Now tis the time to lay our friend to rest and wish him peace."

Azure raises the flute to her full lips and begins to play the soft melody upon her flute. Light bends across the silvery barrel as the wistful melody turns to sorrowful. Shadowy images flicker in the recesses of your mind, images of a warrior sitting upon a porch step. Violet eyes hold sadness and her music flows like a soft litany. From somewhere a bagpipe takes up the tune, its mournful tones soon overcome the flute and Azure lowers the flute to lift her crystal voice in perfect harmony.

Azure sings:

Brush off a spot on the porch,
And raise a candle like a torch.
But do not weep solemn tears,
For a warrior, long with years.

There is a pause as the bardess raises her flute, harmonizing with the pipes. The area goes dark, then all around candles flare. The eerie light gives rise to dancing shadows. The flute's notes waft upward, spinning shadowy illusions of battles in the flickering candlelight. Again, the flute is dropped from her lips and she sings softly...

Azure sings:

The winds sough gently this night,
And shine for us with a different light.
Cleanse away the sorrows,
And bring to us joy for tomorrows.

While a warrior lives and breathes,
Hope swells and fairly seethes.
Death does not freedom bring,
But a tear drops and forever rings.

Azure strengthens her voice while the softness of rememberance enters her eyes.


Azure sings:

Now we remember his days,
Things that were his special ways.
A warrior sat upon the steps,
And knew just where the rum was kept.

Meta stood so tall, like a towering oak.
His strength was not just the claidmore's stroke,
But his wisdom seemed to grow,
Too soon he was severed from us in a justice show.

What Meta had to teach,
Is kept in the hearts of each,
And we smile a special smile,
To know that Meta lived here for awhile.

Now is not the time to weep,
But instead hold fast to what we keep.
Memories will never fade,
If you walk the path he laid.

Brush off a spot on the porch,
And raise a candle like a torch.
But do not weep solemn tears,
For a warrior, long with years.

Azure takes up her flute, once more. Its lilting tones seem at odds with the sad pipes and for a brief instant the candles brighten. She shivers as a chill wind blows through the area, extinguishing all light, save one. Azure quietly puts away her flute and blows out the remaining candle.

Azure sings:

Aye, brush off the spot on the porch.

Azure quietly curtsies and sits down.

Written upon the demise of M'lord Meta and sung for his memorial

Join me, my special warrior,
Together we will savor,
All the treasures we might find
At the shining of Rainbow's End.

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