Sorrowful Wails for Arra Sails

Darren sat and set his head,

Into his hands and sighed.

He had just found out the sad news,

That Arra had recently died.

That night was filled with heart-retching sobs,

And sad, pitiful wails,

Like sirens, sounding nonstop,

For the great and fallen Arra Sails.

Darren knew immediately,

Whose cries they must be,

A broken, sorrow filled old man,

His own mentor, Larten Crepsley.