The Late Great Cyber Overdose Captain
Timothy 'Inntrepid' Myers
There is an empty chair, at the table this day.
A hallowed place where, a friend once played.
The roll of his dice, my ears long to hear.
Or perhaps it would suffice, if he should suddenly appear.
With character sheet in hand, and a bag of Cheeze-doodles 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.
For he cries, “Though a comrade has fallen,
You must play for those who cannot.”
We conquered worlds on the run, he and I in the name of fun.
And as others may come and go, I make both friend and foe.
But what I long for most, is our past now long a ghost.