Chandler Winning Entry

An Untitled Tribute

We hold the sands, the fires, the waves,
We live in the forests and sleep within graves,
We wear many colors, we have many names,
We play with your pets and take part in their games.

Ours is the legacy of luck and speed,
Ours is the tale of courage and deed,
Ours is the duty of playing the fool,
Ours is the misfortune of being a tool.

You are our hope, our masters and friends,
You keep our memory, or our story to lend,
You hold the minds that gave us breathe,
You hold the words that will bring us death.

Your hands have kept us safe thus far,
But soon we will throw back a celebration’s bar,
And take our chances; test the luck of “could” and “may”,
As we risk the whackers on St. Patrick’s Day.

- Taken from the confines of a tiny chest, in the second year of Mistica. Written by the one known as Chandler in tribute to our tiny friends.