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 A’TUIN’S EYES, THE SIZE OF CONTINENTS

NEW OCEANS WELL.

WHAT LIES BEYOND ETERNAL SHADE

ONLY THE STARS CAN TELL.

Sir Terry Pratchett, 1948 – 2015

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