Thursday, January 14, 2016


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.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

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.