Eoghan chants deeply, first in Sylvan and then again in common, reverberating through the soles of your feet but still somehow soft and tender.
<May the whispering stream lull you to a peaceful sleep,
As the moon's soft glow whispers secrets of the deep.
May the rustling leaves sing you a soothing song,
As the wild creatures mourn for the one who has gone.
May the earth embrace you in its tender hold,
As the forest grows strong, stories yet untold.
May the flowers bloom vibrant, a testament to your grace,
A fleeting wisdom that leaves no empty space.
May the starlight guide you on your journey's way,
As the fireflies flicker, dancing through the day.
May the wind whisper your name through the ancient trees,
A memory held dear, a soul forever at ease.>