Terry Pratchett

And so today, Terry Pratchett died.
Bizarrely, against all odds, I cried.
Just a little. No sobs or wails.
I must lament, for no more tales
Shall be told of that great Disc
On turtles back. It will be missed.
The Discworld meant a lot to me
It brought me friends and set me free
To live these people's curious lives
And see the world through another's eyes.
A great man of wisdom but also rage,
He unleashed his mind on every page
With furious pursuit of fine detail
Of colourful witches and Death, most pale.
All given life and sarcastic wit
The stories expanded,bit by bit.
But now no more tales are left to tell.
Goodbye my friend. Go give them hell.