//------------------------------//
// I 
// Story: In Memoriam R.D. 
// by Bulbasaur 
//------------------------------//

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"