When my ride is here,

I want to leave with class,

like you:

saving just enough wind

to cut your swan song,

with friends all around,

holding on to the morbid humor

that was your trademark.

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So good night, dark prince;

may flights of werewolves

and headless Thompson gunners

sing you to your rest.

09/09/2003

Author's Note: [Also see Jenn Ravyn\'s tribute, \"Ode to an Excitable Boy\", in her library.]

Posted on 09/09/2003
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