And so it came to pass
As the Dragon Kingdom descended
That my fair, young Prince
Who so valiantly led us into battle
Was met with only death,
Cold as the High Mountain's snow.
And all the heavens came to mourn,
At the sight of his face,
Hidden among inky black tresses,
Like so much ivory under dark silk.
That honorable spirit was pulled away
Never to see his Clan's demise.
The tiger, by his side,
Strong and able, fearless and noble,
As they were in the founding of the world,
Did not seek his own earned freedom.
One as bold, and empowered
As the most ancient of beasts
Was brought low in his grief to weep,
And with mournful cries, would not leave the body.
Such an abiding love transcended death,
And kept for a close companion the fallen Prince;
This tiger, whom he'd so cared for in life.
Unto the mountains was the body taken,
Carried gently on the back of the creature,
Guarded even now from any coming danger,
Until the oils were laid and the incense lit.
Gently, so gently, was the body prepared,
Laid atop the tallest of trees that could be found.
The smoke rose to the Gods, tinging the sky
An ashen hue that would take hold,
As the Gods wept for the next fortnight.
Even still, as the body was reduced,
The tiger did not leave the pyre's side.
As the ashes were sealed, marked, and placed,
Those pale eyes followed, and still remained.
Until the world does fall away, he will be there,
Watching the aging stone, as it yellows and fades.
He will wait, until the Gods call an end to the world,
For his most beloved friend and master to rise,
Even as he knows that he will see him no more.
Such was the love that came to the world
At the ending of the Dragon's Clan.