Aaron's Passing
New moon by birth, Stag's child as well
He did his duties as any would
Then, called by Gaia for greater things
He gave up everything he could
A valiant offer, a sept's help gained
A noble death from one who lost so much
A battle with Wyrm, part of him gone
But his sacrifice will remain for us
A man is dead, sent farther forth
From this fading mortal coil
But his lasting gift to this, our sept
No one can ever spoil
Our thanks to you, our dear, dear friend
For everything you've done
May a glass be raised to you
For this battle you have won