A Gentle Mourn

Here's a laurel for a momentous voyager;
Endeavorer of arduous tempest,
Ambitious conqueror of a herculean adventure.
Was once, washed on the shore upon a shipwreck;
Struck hard by a worldly cursed storm.
Put together, the left of the wreck;
Rusted nails and ropes, but a better form.

He sails once more, far to the eternal shore;
Seagulls and dolphins, dreams and hopes,
A companion he adores on his chore.
Upon he sails, unacquainted knots and slopes;
Towards the horizon the sun drowns, tardily, and in abrupt light
A rainbow performs, a tip of island in sight.
For it was, the ending of the virtouse paladin's course,
There he rest, far beyond the human shore.