Cerberus on: Epitaph to the cunning Linguist

Trapped in your glorious years
within the memory of belief, lost of all grief.
Take the reasons,
which once seemed so clear,
but never mind, you have nothing to fear.
For you the cunning linguist will be,
Forever young, Forever in the heart of memories.

Lost in the glory of all time,
the wisdom was there within that smile,
You see you could have told us,
there within lies the mystery.

So shed a smile, and grin a tear,
For you my friend, will be,
Forever young, Forever young.
Forever in the heart of memory,
We see not through or misery.
Forever young, forever young.
There's a new angel tonight
- Anne Nairinth-

In Memory of The Cunning Linguist.
Friend to Some, Mentor to others, Anonymous to many.
Rest In Peace Young Sir.

Cerberus