Jordan.
Dargaard - Down to the Halls of the Blind
From the Damnatus soundtrack
I can see.. What you see not.
Vision's murky.. Then eyes rot.
When you turn they will be gone..
Whispering their hidden song.
Then you see what cannot be..
Shadows move where light should be.
Death is their curse to the sun..
To walk the way they had begun.
Out of darkness, out of mind..
Cast down to the Halls..
To the Halls of the Blind.
This one's for you, Jordan.
I never knew you that well.. Though the few conversations we did have were amusing, insightful, and well worth it the time invested. You were someone I probably would have gotten along fantastically with, under different circumstances. As it is, well, we just didn't talk so much. Such is life, eh? Mm. I won't waste time mourning over you, man. Even if we had been closer, I don't think you'dve wanted that. I just.. Want to put down this last stretch of words to you--a remembrance, if you will.
There was a solid intelligence to you, good nature, and a clear sense of dramatic flair. You were a storyteller, an powerful and amazing individual in your own right. Know that your memory will never die, man--I'm pretty sure that any time I look at something from Warhammer 40,000.. Or consider playing Orpheus.. Or think back to HPDA.. Or even something as simple as drinking coffee in a Denny's.. In any number of little facts that squeezed their way into my head, any of them may call you to mind. You're not forgotten, my friend.
Perhaps we'll meet again in another life. Until then, speed into the light. Rest easy.
Skulls for Khorne! Blood for the Blood God!
--Sye