By Toimi the Blue Dragon
White fur, Brown eyes,
Soon you'll have to say goodbye,
For he is old,
Though no less bold,
Friend to all,
He now must fall,
"Quark, don't go!"
"I wish time would slow"
"Don't cry for me."
He says to thee,
But he is tired, he wants to sleep,
His sleep this time will be too deep,
He is gone now, think of all he gained,
Though all of us shed tears of pain...