Thursday, March 12, 2015

Death Speaks to the Knight


THE SUN SETS GOLDEN ON THE HILL.
THE LAST GRAIN FALLS IN THE HOURGLASS
AND TURNS TO AN ENDLESS SEA OF SAND.
SO COME, TAKE MY HAND
THOUGH IT IS ONLY BONE
YOU NEED NOT WALK ALONE
UNDER THE STARS THAT NEVER FADE.
THE WORLD YOU MADE IS TURNING STILL
AND IN GREAT ATUIN’S EYES, THE SIZE OF CONTINENTS
NEW OCEANS WELL.
WHAT LIES BEYOND ETERNAL SHADE
ONLY THE STARS CAN TELL.


Sir Terry Pratchett, 1948 – 2015
Quante canicula ille in fenestra est


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1 comment:

Carmi Levy said...

Thank you for sharing this at this sad, sad time. I posted about Sir Terry earlier today, as well. May his memory always be a blessing.

Wonderful to e-see you again. I'm so glad you continue to share your perspectives on your blog.