(As sung written by Eldrin the Scribe 1364, written about Sir Cimex’s death)
In shadows deep, Sir Cimex fell,
His armor cracked, his heart a shell.
But from the earth, where death did call,
A spark arose—he would not fall.
For in his soul, a change took place,
A whispered wind, a gentle grace.
Like caterpillar in its tomb,
He shed his old and grew anew.
Through trials fierce, through battles won,
His wings emerged to greet the sun.
A butterfly, reborn in light,
Sir Cimex soared, his heart in flight.
No longer bound by earthly ground,
He rose above, where dreams are found.
A hero born not just to fight,
But to transform, and claim his light.
(As sung written by Eldrin the Scribe 1352)
In Cicada’s kingdom, long ago,
A plague of insects brought great woe.
No field was spared, no crop did grow,
The swarm descended, fierce and low.
The King did call for one so bold,
Sir Cimex, knight, with heart of gold.
Through forests deep, the fellowship strode,
To face the Beast on its darkened road.
But lo! The Beast was not as known,
A hive of insects, deep it’d grown.
With sword in hand, Sir Cimex cried,
And smote the swarm, with none to hide.
Thus peace returned to Cicada’s land,
Sir Cimex stood with sword in hand.
And Eldrin’s tale, through time shall stand,
Of the knight who saved his shattered land.
(As sung written by Eldrin the Scribe 1331)
Oh, gather 'round and hear the tale,
Of Sir Cimex, bold and pale,
Who rode to war with heart aflame,
To free the kingdom from its shame.
In forests deep and shadows wide,
The swarm did rage, the people cried.
But Cimex stood, without retreat,
A knight whose courage none could beat.
With sword in hand and eyes alight,
He faced the plague, the endless night.
Not one beast, but a thousand small,
Yet Cimex stood, and slew them all.
Now every hearth and every hall,
Sings of Sir Cimex, standing tall.
For in the heart of darkest strife,
He proved the strength that gives us life.