In Remembrance Of The Elder's Son Poem by Justus Cyril E

Prologue

In the heart of a Kingdom where humility reigns,
Their lies shattered memories of a prince, freed from mortal chains.
A beacon of virtue, noble and kind,
He left us... too soon, Alast! yet in spirit entwined.
Through valor, strength, wisdom, and grace,
This is his legacy... breathing, timeless accross SPACE.

His Essence most say, Once stood a prince, unmatched in might,
As a pillar of virtue upon the OKOBOD Isles, bathed in light.
Born to a king renown for Mercy in a kingdom carved out from stone,
The Prince of all whose humility roots ran deep and is known.
He has fallen — but lives on through firy flames on another EARTH,
Where his Legacy is celebrated In valor, in strength, in wisdom, in death.

His legacy — an echo, fierce and wide,
A prince he will remain, though, as the elders' son, he died.


Chapter I: Valor

Valor, the flame in the darkest night,
The courage to face what shadows might.
With steady hands, he drew the line,
A heart fierce, a will divine.

Not merely in battle but in all he sought,
He braved the storms and the battles he fought.
Through trials, he stood... unmoved, unshaked and unbent,
For his courage did outlive him and this became his testament.

Valor — a word of steel and fire,
He wore it like armor, forged from desire.
In battles unknown, he carved his fate,
With eyes aflame, he faced heaven's gate.

Not for glory nor fleeting fame,
But to shield the weak and bear their shame.
The roar of war, the silence of peace,
Both he held, and he held them with a firm fist.

He was the storm, He was the dawn and even at his last breath,
He soke words that, defied even death.

Chapter II: Strength

Strength was his armor, his noble guise,
A force of nature, yet gentle and wise.
Not of the body alone, but the soul,
Strength that carried others whole.

He lifted burdens none else could bear,
With silent resolve and steady care.
In him was a fortress, steadfast and tall,
Where many found shelter, where none could fall.

Strength, his essence, carved out from stone,
A force unbreakable, yet wholly his own.
His hands could raise mountains and tear them asunder,
Yet cradle a child with awe and wonder.

Beneath his gaze, the mighty bowed,
In his presence, the proud stood cowed.
For his strength was thunder, fierce and wild,
Yet gentle as rivers, humble as a child.

Through him, the king spoke and the entire kingdom drew their might
Lost in a caved-In shadowed depths, he became their light.

Chapter III: Wisdom

In wisdom's cloak, he walked with grace,
A mind like rivers, boundless in space.
He spoke with clarity, calm and true,
With words that planted seeds anew.

Lessons learned and stories told,
In him, all truths did unfold.
For he saw with eyes beyond his years,
And gave to all who came near.

Oh, wisdom — an ancient gift, and his alone,
A crown unseen crafted from fire and stone.
He spoke like the stars, silent yet bold,
His words a lantern, Hot - Fierce and Cold.

With eyes that pierced through pride and pain,
He saw the truth, the loss, He did see the gain.
He unraveled riddles, wove tales unending,
A soul that saw beyond all bending.

A sage in youth, an elder's heart,
Bound to the world yet set apart.

Chapter IV: Grace

Grace was his manner, pure and rare,
A gentleness that filled the air.
Unseen, yet felt, like morning's light,
A quiet presence, soft and bright.

He moved with mercy, with kindness shared,
In him, love's own beauty fared.
Leaving behind a path so sweet,
Where earth and heaven's virtues meet.

Grace — his cloak, his breath, his being,
A presence beyond mere mortal seeing.
He walked as though heaven's light had spilled,
A gentleness that stilled and thrilled.

In battle, he moved with elegance rare,
In peace, he offered tender care.
Where others fell, he took his stand,
With mercy's touch and a gentle hand.

The earth was blessed where he did tread,
And by his grace, our souls were fed.

Epilogue

And so, though his body may rest in the ground,
His legacy lingers, profound and unbound.
Valor, strength, wisdom, and grace,
Alive in hearts, timeless in place.

In a kingdom drawn from humility's well,
His story, our lips will forever tell.
Now he is gone, his voice but a whisper,
Yet his spirit sings, forever crisper.

Valor, strength, wisdom, and grace—
Each a flame, fierce in place.
The kingdom mourns, yet stands tall,
For his legacy towers above us all.

A prince departed, but never gone,
His light endures, ever strong.