Ode to a Mining Guild Acquaintance
In Lost Cities dawn, a private land,
The Mining Guild, a pick in hand,
There you were, a face unknown,
Beside me, chipping coal alone.
A bond was forged, a curious thing,
While I mined on, you made ranks sing.
You chased the high scores, day by day,
I sought the ore in my own way.
Then rares arrived, a golden haze,
We schemed for efficiency in those days.
Tyler1’s tourney, Ludwig’s might,
We watched as one, through day and night.
But silence fell, a fading spark,
No longer glimpsed in digital dark.
Rare weekends passed, then seasons turned,
My online friend, a lesson learned.
What shadows hid, I can’t quite know,
What burdens made your spirit low.
You ranked at seventy-three, it’s true,
My Dutch comrade, where are you?
Across the sea, an American soul,
Hopes for your return, to make me whole.
Just one farewell, one final plea,
My friend, I wish you victory.