Farewell my dear sister
For I will travel far to the wall
I am lucky to be your brother
Take care of this; stand tall

I hope you love this sword
Name it well, for all good
swords have names,
Cherish this like golden words

When I come back, tell me
all your games
Our journey will be rough
So we need to try and stay
well for each one of us,
Your mind must be quick,
be wise and tough;
I want to see you soon and
fight for all of us.