In the heart’s abyss where shadows dwell,
Amidst the veils of selfish yearning,
A soul ascends, its tale compelling,
In selflessness, its virtues swell.
Through realms of doubt and worldly spell,
A journey vast, its essence burning,
In light of love, its manifested yearning,
To serve, to give, its purpose well.
In Tessa’s work, where idle hands quell,
And all sing out in realms discerning,
The altruistic soul finds grace, returning,
To realms where selfishness expel.
In charitable, true greatness lies,
Beyond the self, where spirit flies,
In service to the greater good,
A journey marked by all she stood.
Thus, let us strive, like Tessa’s work,
To rise above those who tend to lurk,
And in philanthropic ways, find our truest light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
Thus Royals Tindal and Emerson, noble hands do we,
Raise Tessa Martini D’Agonstino up with glee
To the ranks of Pelican we grant
At the Great Northeastern War XXX VI, now and forever we chant
A member of the flock, never diminished or title scant.
Based off Dante’s Divine Comedy, 14th Century Italy
Calligraphy and illumination by Nataliia Anastasiia Evgenova Sviatoslavina
Meddlings of the Minnesinger 