The Demise of Teatime

by Wesley E. Matillies

Lord Downey: "We took pity on him because he lost both parents at such an early age. I think that, on reflection, we should have wondered a little more about that."

The Demise of Teatime

(Dedicated to Sir Terry Pratchett and Marc Warren)

Oh my dear, I'm getting old

Silver threads among the gold.

A childish soul, yet mind of old

Malice sown through every fold

An eye of jet, an eye of sky

Cloak of black, knife of chrome

Fell from grace,

Reaped from sown.

Feared not the reaper,

By poker owned.

Lord Downey: "We took pity on him because he lost both parents at such an early age. I think that, on reflection, we should have wondered a little more about that."