And so the times change,

Old into new,

We meet once again,

And yet it wasn't you,



The connection is there,

As the wind knows the sky,

No reason to question,

No need for the why,



The moments are cherished,

Like a flower to the sun,

Bound as a party,

In the Valley of Dun,



For this I was grateful,

As it brought life to my soul,

In a world that was empty,

like the depths of the Gnoll,



And when we cross again,

As friends tend to do,

We will draw our weapons up high,

Against an ogre or two!

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Phaestian, in the year 598 AF.