On a winter's eve, so cold and grey,
as desolation breeds despair,
a cherished friend has gone away,
and left but whispers in the air.
And now the cold stings bitterly
The darkened sky holds one less light,
The frozen path winds endlessly
through harsh terrain consumed by blight.
And yet these whispers linger on,
the memories of long ago,
the breaking clouds reveal the dawn,
again the light begins to show.
His flame will never fade to naught,
but burns within the hearts of those
whose lives he touched with kindest thought,
his ever present spirit glows.
The raging clouds are now at peace,
a calm upon this cherished friend
whose memory can never cease,
but walks here softly, without end.
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I believe it was fate that Stormrage's title is
Ever Present Taskmaster. And it is equally fated that his location will forever remain 'behind the scenes'. I know that he will continue to inspire all my CivIII creations.
What a powerful impact he's had on those who remember him, in only a little over 3 years. Just reading many of these comments is a sign of what a good nature he had.