In Memoriam R.D.

A messenger, demeanour meek,

He knocks, exhausted from his run.

I smile at him for all he's done
For Dash and me these past few weeks.

A messenger, from distant sands,

Had brought me Dash's thoughts and words;

He bridged me with my blue love-bird
Through missives, from the Gryphon-lands;

A messenger, who, dress'd in red,

Does greet me in the early morn';

In grief I instantly am torn:
He bears the message, "DASH IS DEAD"