Lil' Ed of Starkhafn
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Lil' Ed of Starkhafn received the Ulftönn (Wolf's Tooth) of Starkhafn on 03/06/2005 from Their Excellencies Conrad and Isidora
Ed's Memorial Poem
'Tis fitting, while sitting amongst Odin's Swordsmen
As northern winds chill while the Northern Sea speaks
I tell you this night of a man with NO foemen
Our Edward, gone Viking, the sagas he seeks.
We know of the dread gales that batter the sail cloth
Of jagged rocks gouging the length of the keel
The roiling swells showing us Great Ægir's fierce Wrath
The biting spray numbing us; too chapped to feel.
And through each adventure, or fight, or endeavor
Was Ed's booming laughter above all the din
A smile like the sun bursting forth through bad weather
That blocked all ill out whilst keeping all the good in.
Yet wait! Do I hear mighty Sleipnir's strong hooffall?
Like thunder that courses across the wide plain
Ah, no! It's the drum beats of Ed's rhythmic dance call
It pierces the soul not to see this again.
Think not that we never shall see him among us
Remember you KNEW him; let THAT give you pride
He saves you a cup of mead, waiting to toast us
In Valhall, with heroes, and by Odin's side!
