The Empty Chair
by Emmit Other
There is an empty chair at our gaming table
For our friend
That we knew was in dire straights
Wasnt getting out like we thought
But getting out into the final checkout
In
The
Sky
only to find out from his beloved
That there will be no more adventures
No more jaunts into the unknown
No dragons slain
No rogues careened with of a questional gangreen variety
We raise a glass in our home hallowed halls
We raise a glass in our hearts
And we raise a glass for the iron company
We will put a place of honor in his memorial
And every time we face impossible odds
Every time we would back down when logic would dictate
We ask ourselves
What would Jon do
And go a little bit farther
And track a little more wonder
And live a little bit more free as a result.
To Jon. To Quix. To our musical departed Finnigan the Rogue.
in his wake we mourn his dust.
See you on the other side of that second star at morning.
