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There is an empty chair,
at the table this day.
A hallowed place where,
a friend once played.

The roll of his rugged dice,
my ears do long to hear.
Or perhaps I would suffice,
if he should suddenly appear.

With character sheet in hand,
and a bag of Cheeze-noodles to share.
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.
He cries, "Though a comrade has fallen,
You must play for those who cannot!"

His imagination now walks in the sun
with others who have none.
We've conquered worlds on the run,
he and I, but in the name of fun.

And as others may come and go,
I make both friend and foe
But that I long for most
is our past, now a ghost.

--Eulogy for a Gamer, KoDT