tribute to Pterry: Night Falls on Discworld

[tielan]

From here A poem by /u/Poem_for_your_sprog

The sun goes down upon the Ankh,
And slowly, softly fades -
Across the Drum; the Royal Bank;
The River-Gate; the Shades.

A stony circle's closed to elves;
And here, where lines are blurred,
Between the stacks of books on shelves,
A quiet 'Ook' is heard.

A copper steps the city-street
On paths he's often passed;
The final march; the final beat;
The time to rest at last.

He gives his badge a final shine,
And sadly shakes his head -
While Granny lies beneath a sign
That says: 'I aten't dead.'

The Luggage shifts in sleep and dreams;
It's now. The time's at hand.
For where it's always night, it seems,
A timer clears of sand.

And so it is that Death arrives,
When all the time has gone...
But dreams endure, and hope survives,
And Discworld carries on.

(Several years late, I know, but I saw it once and want to be able to remember it.)

Comments

[wpadmirer]

Very nice.

[kore]

Just SOBBING in front of my laptop, don't mind me. That is very good.

[kore]

Oh man, then I saw this -- Neil Gaiman accepting the Hugo for Good Omens.

https://www.reddit.com/r/discworld/comments/i234zc/neil_gaiman_made_a_great_speech_about_terry_after/

[tielan]

I know! I teared up watching that. So poignant.

[aome]

I love it!

[facethestrange]

Oh my gods. ♥ I read this back when Terry Pratchett died (I don't think it was the original reddit comment, just one of the very early reposts somewhere) and some lines still replay in my head every once in a while. And here I am now crying again. ♥