Elegy of the Silent Wing by Avian Goodluck.

Late Avian Orok Eden

In Tribute to Late Avian Orok Edem

In the dim chambers where shadows whisper,

And the wind chants forgotten hymns,

A chair now sits in solemn silence,

The throne of a winged soul gone beyond the veil.

O Orok Edem…

Keeper of the sacred ethics,

Guardian of the circle of brothers,

Your voice once rose like a midnight bell

Calling Avians to Visibility beneath unseen stars.

But fate, cruel and ancient, Wrote your name upon the scroll of departure.

And the candle that burned at Peach Aviary

Now flickers in mournful remembrance.

The night itself seems heavier,

As though the skies know

That one of their noble wings

Has folded into eternity.

Who shall walk the silent corridors now

With the wisdom you carried in quiet strength?

Who shall lift the banner of the chapter

With the same noble fire in the heart?

Your footsteps still echo

Through halls of brotherhood,

Through secret vows and sacred gatherings

Not as memory alone,

But as a spirit that refuses to fade.

For death is but a doorway

Where noble Avians cross into the unseen aviary,

Where the ancestors of the feathered order

Wait with open wings.

Sleep now, noble brother,

Beyond the reach of pain and mortal storms.

Though the earth holds your body in silence,

Your legacy flies endlessly in the skies of honor.

And in every gathering of Peach Aviary,

When candles are lit and heads bow low,

Your name will be spoken softly

Like a sacred chant carried by the wind.

Death doesn’t lessen the love the creator has for us, Death is part of the plan.

Avian Orok Edem lives on,

Not in flesh, but in the eternal flight of remembrance.