Wee Wendel went a'Wadin',
Wit' a lump of Iron in his Throat.
He'd ne'er been Sure-Footed,
Dulled Senses his only gloat.
But wit' Haskor's own Bravado,
He took One Step Ahead of the ot'er.
Soon our Poindexter Wendal,
Would learn to Revel in the Slaughter.

Wee Wendel went a'Wadin',
And soon found some Borrowed Power.
Alacritous, to a fault,
Timeless Speed made seconds o' an hour.
He had no need of a Second Wind,
Wendel felt like a Hidden Gem.
Wrath and Righteousness came easy,
New Rage-Fuelled brightness'd never dim.

Wee Wendel went a'Wadin',
Impetous-ly, a ripple too far.
Between a Hammer and an Anvil,
When he found foes ne'er Battle-Scarred.
He may have had Ceylon's Resolve,
But lost'a Pyrrhic Victory.
When he forgot even Death has known Demise,
Now the Gravediggers 'is sole company.

I've sung tale of Doom Inescapable,
Loquacious-ly so.
But e'en Knights heed the Resolve,
O' this Implacable Mnemosynian hero.
So don't let your heart be Hardened,
Or the Flame within it dwindle.
Your size doesn't limit your Legacy,
's why we sing this Paean for Mighty Wendel.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Aeguary, in the year 1008 AF.