Fafhrd

To realms of dream on feline feet,

To slink around fair crowded street,

Adventure sought in lands of night,

Forgotten shores and comets bright.

A hearth so warm was left behind

And gentle faces teary eyed

The orange cat pauses, feels the touch

Of hands that loved him very much

But on he must, he is compelled,

All fear by touching mem’ries quelled,

And joins the Cats of far Ulthar

Who make their way to Lankhmar.

By THLaird Colyne Stewart, January AS 50 (2016), in memory of friends’ beloved pet.

In Memory of Blueberry

An Elegy for Alexander “Blueberry” Wagenaar

By THLaird Colyne Stewart, January 2016 (AS 50)

We who remain on this day grieve

For one who felt he had to leave

For one whose memory we now weave

A man known for his laughter

A man well known hereafter.

A hero to the young, so smart,

For he himself was young at heart

For children always did his part

But now his seat is empty

His hat lain by a dead tree.

A fighter too, he faced the lists,

And trained with sabers in his fists

And grinned and laughed with every twist

But now his swords are broken

With so much left unspoken.

For dice and games he held great love

And strove to be the winner of

To get to free bright Nike’s dove

But now the cards are undealt

So many feelings unfelt.

We who remain may never know

Just why you felt you had to go

But in your memory we will grow

We now will smile for you

We who will truly miss you.