You may have noticed
the wizard has written a lot about death lately.
It's autumn. He's like that in the autumn.
Soon he'll write about tigers.
He's really very predictable
once you get to know him.
Oh, I almost forgot:
The BeagleSword was 'We Generation'
and the rabbit hole contemplated
what it means to lose a friend.
May the road rise up to meet you,
may the wind be ever at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face
and the rain fall softly on your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you
in the hollow of his hand.