Mourning
There was a man here, his honor unmatched
A terrible plague, he did catch
In exile, he chose to remain
To save others from his bane
No herb, no magic could break his curse
Despite the lengths I did traverse
I sought their aid, their greatest cast
But upon the snow, he breathed his last
So through my tears, I said goodbye
And on the wind, I heard the angels cry
There was a man here, his honor unmatched
In memory of Peter Anderson, and dedicated to the other heroes who caught the Plague of cancer.