For a Dead Gryphon

As I sat there and stared into

his golden eyes, I thought, no, I knew,

oh yes, I knew. I knew that he would

never survive.

My eyes, filling with tears,

Saw his life dripping away.

Although I didn't know his name,

or his class, or where he lived,

I sat there with him until dawn.

Before he died, he gave me his last request.

He asked that I tell his mate of this foul deed,

and I swore to him that I would do as he had asked.

Moments later, his eyes closed

and he exhaled his final breath.

He would never again see the light

of the morning sunrise.

Now he has gone to rest eternally

in the garden of his Almighty Master.

May the Lion God watch over him forever.

Dona eis requiem sempitername.