"To Patrons of the Red Dragon Inn" by Keri Ann: Keritsubo

A pity it was to say final farewell

But not worth mourning over

Mere planks of wood and window panes.

I weep over what souls were lost.

Scattered to the winds as their place fell.

Friends go their seperate ways

Ties earoded by waves of time.

And what bonds could have been made

Are forgotten in the wanderings to come.

Nothing more than a door to enter

A chair to rest a weary form

A mug of what whomever wishes

To quench the traveler's thirst.

To a glance that's what it may be.

To a patron's eye it was the house

Where a heart felt it should be.

So tis something more than lumber and glass

Was the home of friendships

With all their love and hate.

It was the place where we all met

To find our own true fate.