Tribute to Brian Jacques
15 years ago
General
I'm sure many have heard of Mr. Jacques' passing recently. He was one of my favorite authors. I've tried since I heard the sad news to come up with a fitting epitaph to him but nothing seemed to do him justice. Today I stumbled upon a post by one 'osprey77' on 'the World of Feila' message board that I think fits quite well. Below is the entry and a link to it directly.
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Brain Jaques was one of my favorite authors, and my inspiration to write. I was deeply saddened to hear of his passing, and wrote this as a tribute. (I call him the Dream-Weaver, because in one of the Redwall books, the intro ends with, "For, am I not the Teller of Tales, the Weaver of Dreams?")
The Dream-Weaver has passed,
The rain soaks his grave.
Once more we recall,
The stories he gave.
Warrior and abbot,
Gather around.
Squirrel and otter,
Give heed to the sound.
The bell’s toll is muted,
For the Dream-Weaver is gone.
The pen is laid aside,
For he has moved on.
Even the warlord,
Takes a moment to pause,
Their cruel weapons,
Fall from nerveless claws.
The recorder takes a volume,
Opens to the start,
Tear rolls down her cheek,
She lays a hand to her heart.
Over Mossflower,
Silence rules today.
For the Teller of Tales, Weaver of Dreams,
Has passed away.
RIP Brain Jaques
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http://twilightus.net/feila/viewtopic.php?f=16&t=5359
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Brain Jaques was one of my favorite authors, and my inspiration to write. I was deeply saddened to hear of his passing, and wrote this as a tribute. (I call him the Dream-Weaver, because in one of the Redwall books, the intro ends with, "For, am I not the Teller of Tales, the Weaver of Dreams?")
The Dream-Weaver has passed,
The rain soaks his grave.
Once more we recall,
The stories he gave.
Warrior and abbot,
Gather around.
Squirrel and otter,
Give heed to the sound.
The bell’s toll is muted,
For the Dream-Weaver is gone.
The pen is laid aside,
For he has moved on.
Even the warlord,
Takes a moment to pause,
Their cruel weapons,
Fall from nerveless claws.
The recorder takes a volume,
Opens to the start,
Tear rolls down her cheek,
She lays a hand to her heart.
Over Mossflower,
Silence rules today.
For the Teller of Tales, Weaver of Dreams,
Has passed away.
RIP Brain Jaques
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http://twilightus.net/feila/viewtopic.php?f=16&t=5359
Sadira
~enkaixiomasa
This is masterfully done and beautifully epic.
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