In the year of nineteen eighty-nine,

A soul was born, destined to shine.

Mats Steen, a name to behold,

A heart of courage, spirit bold.

 

Ibeline Duchenne, his shadowed twin,

A journey shared, where dreams begin.

Through battles fought in realms unseen,

He navigated life with grit serene.

 

Bound by fate, yet free in mind,

A warrior's spirit, one of a kind.

As Ibelin Redmoore, he found his way,

A beacon of hope, in night and day.

 

In virtual worlds, his legend spread,

A hero's tale, his words were said.

A testament to life well-played,

Where joy and sorrow intertwined and stayed.

 

With keystrokes deft and every fight,

He brought forth hope, igniting light.

Mats Steen, your name so bright,

Your journey echoes in the night.

 

Ibeline Duchenne, steadfast guide,

In realms of courage, you abide.

Redmoore's adventures, vivid and grand,

Together, they formed a heroic band.

 

Forevermore, your tale shall be,

A symbol of resilience, eternally.

In starlit night sky twinkles still,

A legacy of strength and will.