Ode To A Fallen Comrade

Widdershins Worlds

I loved you, perhaps more than I should,

But  never held back my praises.

After long years of service to kith and to kin,

Your fate now, is pushing up daisies.

Alas good friend, sturdy and true,

Of stout and ample girth.

Your brittle exterior and mottled interior,

Shall soon return to the earth.

T’was not by malice that brought you undone,

Nor the cruel hand of fate, serendip.

But a flaw, long hidden, a crack in your side,

Opened you up from handle to lip.

And now that you’re broken, no matter how hard I try,

Not with glue nor duct tape can you be mended.

Like egg-shells and snowflakes adrift in the void,

This incarnation of yours, is now ended.

Which isn’t to say you’ll not live again,

After all, we’re all made of celestial stuff.

So Bon Voyage, my companion, honest and true,

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