My Brother

What should I tell you

Of the home you left behind?

Your likeness,

Decked in blue and white uniform,

Dots the halls you once walked through.

Your game console,

Standing like a lone sentinel,

Awaits his captain’s orders.

Your kitten,

Hiding in her cave of oak,

Ponders the throne you left behind.

Your stronghold,

Once home to glittering broadswords,

Has fallen to the elves on shelves.

Where are you now,

My brother,

When your chickens

Forget the taste of grain from your hand?

Where are you now,

Game Master,

When the twenty-sided oracles

Fade into the mists of memory and legend?

Where are you now,

Talented skald,

When there are tales left unsung?

Where are you now,

Old friend?

Your knightly companion,

Looking on from the rocky shore,

Awaits your return from the war-torn sea.