In realms of flame and shifting tide,
Where gods and legends still abide,
You walked the paths with staff in hand,
A Grook Magi, fierce and grand.

The sparks you summoned lit the skies,
Your wit as sharp as your replies.
In swirling storms and silent glades,
You carved your name in arcane shades.

Together we would quest and roam,
The arena, your second home.
Through planes unknown, through battles dire,
You stood with us, a flame, a fire.

Now The Court it feels so thin
Your presence missed from deep within.
No spell nor scroll can call you back,
No timeless tome, or Alchemist's knack.

But still we walk those well-worn halls,
Where memory like starlight falls.
And in the hush of Hashana lore,
We hear your laugh, forevermore.

So rest now, friend, your watch is done
You've joined the stars, the moon, the sun.
In every cast, in every plan,

We'll play for you, our Magi man.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Valnuary, in the year 975 AF.