The Empty Chair. A Eulogy for a Gamer
There is an empty chair
at the table this day,
The hallowed place,
where a friend once played.
The roll of his dice,
my ears long to hear.
Or perhaps it would suffice,
if he should suddenly appear.
Character sheet in hand,
and a bag of cheese-doodles to share.
And all his friends would stand,
as he sat in the empty chair.
I hear his voice a-callin'
and it ties my heart in a knot.
For he cries "Though a comrade has fallen,
You must play, for those who cannot."
We conquered worlds on the run,
he and I in the name of fun.
And as others may come and go,
I make both friend and foe.
But what I long for most,
is our past, now long a ghost.
First Dragon magazine, and now Gary...
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