Now All Depart
Good-bye my looms,
good-bye my friends,
It was a blast, up 'till the end.
Foolish beginnings birthed a humble past,
Feathered out fledglings grew up so fast.
Peasant to knighthood -- with all growing pains--
and finally Lordship. I'd do it again.
I'd do it again! Without second thought,
Even lost battles were battles well fought.
Terrible warriors of steel and heart,
helpful souls, many trolls, now all depart.
It was said Spook would return at end times.
The sign was observed, that grand paradigm.
Remember, my friends, what all endings bring:
A chance for new blossoms -- from winter forms spring.
